If Frank Mansfield could have seen the newsboy then he would have unquestionably recognized in him Jerry Buck, his companion of the old church-yard vault.
Had an elephant crossed the path of the scheming villain, or a dog, or even a mouse, he might have turned aside and looked upon either one.
Mr. Elijah Callister, however, paid no attention to the flying Bat at all.
[CHAPTER XIV.]
AN INTRUDER IN THE HOME OF THE BATS.
We left Frank Mansfield standing in company with Detective Hook before the fence of Trinity church-yard, beyond which moved the form of the woman who had tracked his footsteps to the bank upon the night previous—of his mother, whom both he and his companion knew to have met her death in the upper room of the little rear house behind the Donegal Shades.
It was for an instant only that the figure faced them.
Had the warning words spoken behind them proceeded from those pale, set lips?
Such undoubtedly was the case.