“It’s him, I’m telling you. Sure. Get out of sight!”
Patsy looked around, without seeing whence came the voice, though two of the attendants were walking off hastily.
Rather from curiosity than from any other reason, Patsy followed them, carefully preventing himself from being seen by them.
When they had reached the end of the aisle, they turned, taking up a position behind a bench, where they thought they were concealed from view.
Patsy crept up as closely as he could, and under the pretense of petting one of the dogs, then listened to their further talk.
“I heard that Nick Carter was onto the case,” said the voice Patsy had heard before. “Now his young assistant, Patsy, comes around on the sneak.”
“But you ain’t sure he’s onto the case. Likely he’s only come in to have a look at the dogs.”
“Look nawthin’! He’s here for biz. I am going to get out.”
“If you do, you lose your pay. If you drop out now, you get nothing.”
“The whack on the other thing is good. Anyhow, I don’t want that fellow to get his peepers on me.”