Searching further, Patsy’s eye was caught by an upright form which fluttered a small red flag, a signal of some kind, used in the operation of the street railway.
This upright was a slender rod of iron, but about it was tied a small bit of red cloth.
Patsy went to it, to recognize it as one of Chick’s signs.
A railroad man came up, warning Patsy away from the signal.
“Now, who the deuce did that?” he exclaimed, tearing off Chick’s signal.
But Patsy had seen it, and knew that Chick had taken an upbound car.
So he mounted the next one, quite certain that Chick’s destination was the Empire Theatre.
But, all the same, he kept a sharp lookout for any signal that might have been left by Chick on the way.
He saw none, however, until in passing the Empire Theatre, his eye caught a strip of red cloth, a foot long, fluttering from the billboard of the theatre.
“Chick’s there,” he muttered.