“Yes, but we’d get separated. He is a dangerous man and we must stick together for mutual protection. I wish he’d hurry up.”
They finished their chocolates and Chub bought ten cents’ worth of lemon drops. They munched those for a while, their eyes fixed on the door of the stationery store. Ten minutes passed. Then Chub grew uneasy.
“He must have come out,” he said.
“He couldn’t have. I’ve been watching every instant.”
“Then there’s a back door and he’s gone out that way!”
“Pshaw! Why would he do that? He didn’t know we were following him.”
“N-no; at least, I didn’t think he knew it. But it looks now as though he did. If he doesn’t come out in five minutes we’ll go over. We can make believe we want some pencils or something.”
“All right,” Roy agreed. They cast anxious glances at the store clock from time to time. Never had five minutes taken so long to pass! But finally:
“Come on,” said Roy. “Time’s up.”