“All right, sir.”
CHAPTER IV.
Half an hour later Ike was standing on the corner agreed upon when he saw a country gawk approach. The latter stepped up to our hero and asked for a certain street. Ike was thrown off for an instant, but ere he answered he fell to the truth and said:
“Bully, old man; you’re good. It’s a great scheme.”
Murray had assumed the guise of a country gawk and he was amazed at the lad’s wonderful quickness in going under his disguise. He arranged a few signals with Ike, and then the two separated. Ike went down to the vicinity of Fellman’s office. He had changed his own disguise before visiting the detective. He hung around for over an hour and then saw Fellman come forth. The banker carried a small traveling satchel and Ike muttered:
“Just as I expected; he is on his way for his house down on Long Island, and we will have young Burlein back in New York inside twenty-four hours.”
Our hero fell to the trail of Fellman. The man went to Roosevelt street ferry and took the Hunter’s Point boat for Long Island City. As Ike followed on the boat, the country gawk ran against him and Ike passed the signal, and a little later all hands were on the train for Smithtown.
Probably few people outside of Long Islanders are aware that on Long Island there are spots as wild as in any other part of the country, as far as isolation is concerned. Indeed wild deer still roam in some of these recesses despite the fact that some parts of the island are so densely inhabited.
At Smithtown Fellman alighted and there was a buckboard waiting for him. The man had found means of communication or had expected to go down ere he got the strange intimation in the restaurant.
It was evening when the train arrived and Murray said to Ike: