“Chick has been down Thirty-fourth Street,” he said, “and back again to go up Third Avenue. A sign on the elevated railroad station rail gives us the tip.”
Nick nodded, and the two hurried up Third Avenue.
“This trail will lead us to Forty-second Street, chief,” said Patsy, as they hurried along.
But he had hardly gotten the words out of his mouth when they struck a mark on the sidewalk that sent them down the side street to the east.
It was a change of direction for which neither was prepared.
They did not expect to see any other mark until they reached the corner below, but in the center of the block they came on another which indicated a stop, and a little farther on another sign showing that the chase had been continued.
Looking about, they found that they were directly in front of a livery stable.
One of the stablemen threw open the great doors as they looked. Instantly Nick sprang inside, closely followed by Patsy, and went to a carriage standing on the floor, travel stained, the wheels covered with dust and mud.
On the hind axle was loosely tied a bit of yellow cotton cloth, to which he directed Patsy’s attention.
Turning to the man who had followed them, Nick said: