They walked around the neighborhood for nearly an hour, and were growing somewhat disheartened when Randy gave a cry:
"There he is!"
"You are sure?" asked Jones.
"Yes."
"Let me speak to him first. Then we'll know there ain't no mistake," went on Jones.
Randy was willing and he and Malloy dropped behind.
Bill Hosker had just come out of a saloon and was wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand. He turned down a side street.
"Hullo there, Bill Hosker!" cried Jones, pleasantly.
The bully and thief swung around on his heel and looked at the deckhand in perplexity.
"Who are you?" he asked, roughly.