“What do you mean?” asked Nick Carter, catching Tambourine by the arm, he having started to run off.
“Dick Denton is down in Shea’s place,” Tambourine replied. “I went in there and saw him asleep in a chair, and the barmaid told me he was going down on the island.”
“Sands Point, I suppose?”
“No; he told her Little Neck.”
Nick was still gotten up as a loud Englishman, and, not fearing that his disguise would be penetrated, he went boldly into Shea’s den while Tambourine Jack waited for him outside.
Denton was still there, sleeping off the effects of the liquor he had consumed.
After having a drink, and treating the barmaid, the detective went to the station and got a time-table.
Dick had missed the train he intended to take and there was but one more that day, which left at eleven o’clock in the night.
Leaving Tambourine behind him, Nick Carter crossed over to Long Island City and loafed about until it was time to take the train.
He saw Dick Denton get aboard, and he was somewhat surprised to see him accompanied by Tambourine Jack and the wonderful Crackers.