In doing so, his purpose was to take one of the uptown lines of cars and then cross to the west side, but on reaching the corner of Bond Street, and the Bowery, he saw some one on the opposite side of the street that looked to him very much like the one he had seen on the corner of Thirty-fourth Street and who the Chicago detective had told him was Lannigan.
The distance across the Bowery at that point was long, and he hurried across it in order to be certain that he was right.
He had so crossed the Bowery as to come up behind Lannigan, and as he stepped up on the sidewalk a hand was laid on his shoulder.
He turned and saw Chick.
“What is it, youngster?” asked Chick.
“Are you following that man?” asked Patsy.
“Lannigan? Yes.”
“Then, it is Lannigan?” asked Patsy.
“Yes,” replied Chick. “But where are your men?”
“Over here in a saloon nearby.”