"It is lucky you don't, or you might not like my compliment."
"Shall I sing 'Viva Garibaldi?'" asked our hero, innocently.
"No—good heavens, no! I've had enough of your squeaking. Here, take this money, and don't sing."
"Si, signor," answered Dan, assuming a look of bewilderment.
Hartley prepared to board a car, which was not yet ready to start. Dan rapidly decided that it would not do for him to follow Hartley any farther. It would certainly arouse his suspicions. But must he abandon the pursuit? That would not do either. Looking about him, his eye fell on a bright-looking newsboy of about twelve.
"Do you want to make some money, Johnny?" he asked.
The boy surveyed him with astonishment.
"Did you speak to me, Garibaldi?" he asked, jocosely.
"Yes, but I am no Italian," said Dan, rapidly. "I am on the track of that man, but he suspects me. I will give you a dollar if you will jump on the car and find out where he goes."