[“They scuttled hurriedly to the side of the road and subsided in the bushes”]
Dick had thrust the roll of paper back into an inner pocket of his coat and was once more on his way.
Ferry Hill is only a small town and the business portion of it occupies but a few blocks along the main street, which runs to the river and the bridge. Dick turned to the left there, and Roy and Chub hurried after. When they reached the corner they peeked cautiously around just in time to see their quarry enter one of the stores.
“We mustn’t get too near,” said Roy, “or he will see us when he comes out.”
“Let’s go over to the drug store, buy some hot chocolate and watch through the window,” suggested Chub. That seemed a good plan and they followed it. The drug store was almost opposite the shop which Dick had entered and for several minutes the detectives sipped their hot chocolate and watched for him to reappear.
“It’s a stationery store,” said Chub. “Wonder what he wants there.”
“When he comes out,” said Roy, “one of us might go over and find out what he bought. That might give us a clue.”