All this time Patsy had been keeping a sharp watch on the door of the house in question to see if Spike Thomas and Bally Morris would come from it.
But now, to his astonishment, there suddenly appeared before the door of the store the two men, Spike Thomas and Bally Morris.
They were coming from an entirely different direction—that is to say, from the corner above—and were walking at a gait that was almost a run in their hurry.
Turning to the girl, Patsy said, hurriedly:
“There are my men now, and they’re coming from another way. I’ll see you again soon.”
He dashed out into the street and followed after the two.
The way pursued by the two young men, Thomas and Morris, was straight down the avenue until they reached Forty-second Street, when they hurried up that street to Third Avenue, where, Patsy was certain, they meant to board a car.
On reaching the avenue he put himself in such a position that he could board the same car the two young crooks did.
This he successfully accomplished and rode with them as far as Rivington Street, where they got out and hastily went down that street.
“They’re going to Spike Thomas’ own house,” said Patsy to himself, as he rapidly followed.