“I’ve news!” he exclaimed. “Great news!”
“You’ve found those men?” asked Jack and Tom in the same breath.
“No; but I’ve done almost as well. Who do you suppose I’ve seen?”
“Haven’t an idea,” said Jack. “Maybe——”
“Nobody less than Sawdon, and with him was Stephen Melville himself.”
“Stephen Melville here in Boston?” gasped Jack. “He must be going to meet Jake Rook and Radcliff.”
“I don’t know, but I did better than just seeing them. I followed them. Traced them to an old tumble-down livery barn on Emmons Street. They are there now, I guess. Phew! I ran all the way here to tell you, and I’m ’most out of breath.”
“Good work!” exclaimed Jack. “It looks as if the net was closing in about those rascals. Come on, Tom, we’ll hurry to headquarters, get some officers and go down there. We’ll bag the whole gang in a bunch.”
“That’s the idea,” cried Tom, “but, hurry up, we’ve no time to lose. Glory be! I feel better than I have for many a day. Things are coming our way at last.”