"Then I'll soon have it from him, providing I get half a chance."
"You've got to be careful. He's a smart customer, I can tell you that."
"I've never met the boy or man I couldn't work—if I had half a show," returned Jim Huskin confidently. "What will you do, follow me?"
"Yes. If you can corner him and want assistance, whistle, and I'll do all I can," added Andy Cross.
So it was arranged, and a moment later Jim Huskin crossed the street and placed himself at Robert's heels.
By this time the boy was close to the river, and crossing the bridge at the foot of the street, he hurried on in the direction where the old lumberman resided.
"I wonder if he lives over here?" thought Huskin. "If he does I must tackle him before he reaches home."
Several blocks were passed, and Robert came to a halt on a street corner.
As he did so Huskin stooped down and pretended to pick up a handkerchief.
"Excuse me, but you dropped your handkerchief," he said, holding out the article.