The officer recognized him instantly, for Chick had removed his disguise.
“Oh, it’s you, Mr. Carter,” said he, touching his helmet.
“Yes,” said Chick quickly. “I’m on the track of a crook, Stuart Floyd.”
“The deuce you say!”
“I may need you and others to pull a gang. Follow me at a short distance and pick up help as you come along. Don’t lose sight of me.”
“Not on your life,” said Grady, with eyes beginning to glow.
“Join me at once, if you see me wave my arm.”
“I’ve got you, sir.”
There had been only a momentary stop, and Chick had not for an instant lost sight of his man.
Floyd was fifty yards ahead of the detective, and on the opposite side of the street. He no longer was hurrying greatly. He seemed to feel that he had got safely away.