The Quaker, to designate him according to his present appearance, at once made his way back to the hotel. He wanted to see Tony and verify the information he had obtained from the boys, though he saw no reason to doubt it.
"There can't be two Tony Ruggs in the world," he said to himself. "I am sure this is the boy."
On reaching the hotel he sauntered out into the stable-yard in the rear of the house. His eyes lighted with pleasure, for he at once caught sight of Tony, standing beside James, the hostler.
"There comes old Broadbrim," said James in a low voice. "The barkeeper told me he took two stiff horns of brandy. He's a queer sort of Quaker in my opinion."
Tony gave a curious glance at the disguised tramp, but entertained no suspicion of his not being what he represented. The white hair and costume made it difficult to doubt.
"I never saw a Quaker before," he said.
"Didn't you?"
Meantime Rudolph came nearer. His disguise had been so successful that he felt perfectly safe from discovery.
"Does thee keep many horses?" he asked.
"Yes, sir; we have twelve."