CHAPTER XV.
DADDY DREW’S DIVE.
“What! those two scoundrels!” cried Nick.
“Yes, you were right when you prophesied that we would come upon them again.”
Nick looked suddenly at the picture.
“By Jove!” he muttered, “I believes I know them now.”
“I haven’t a doubt of it,” said Patsy, “but you couldn’t swear to it to the satisfaction of a jury.”
“True, and the jurymen could look at the picture for themselves, and see that the likenesses are not there. We’ve got to get more evidence than this, Patsy. Nobody saw them do the deed. This picture almost tells the story, but not quite. But go on. You must have more to tell.”
“A little. I shadowed Hamilton and Thompson to a dive where you and I have been before—Daddy Drew’s.”
“Whew!” whistled Nick. “It means a fight with all the crooks in Denver, if we go there.”