Then he flew toward the door and was out of it. At once the men in the shop began surging toward Dick with evil looks on their faces, and some drawing ugly-looking knives.
"That is the cry of 'Stop, thief!' to draw attention from himself," said Dick. "My gentleman is a spy himself. I am Dick Slater, captain of the Liberty Boys. I think you may have heard of me. Don't be afraid. My lieutenant is at the other door."
Then, quickly pushing the chair aside Dick left by the door he had entered and then around to the alley. The spy had evidently thought that Dick was deceiving him, but as he went into the alley he saw Bob, who quickly caught him by the arm and said:
"Wait a moment. The captain will be out in a second and will want to see you. There is no such haste."
Then Dick came down the alley, and Bob said with a careless laugh and a quizzical expression:
"Here is the captain. I have his uniform, but he is the captain, just the same."
The spy got up, glared at Dick and said angrily:
"You are making a great fuss over nothing. I am not a spy, as you think. I am an attorney and have—"
"Why did you try to escape, why did you call me a spy, why did you change your clothes, why did you follow me into Frances tavern, why did you instruct your companion to follow me, if you are not a spy? Attorneys don't do these things."
The man turned sallow, smiled in a sickly fashion, and said: