“Dave Dashaway,” broke in Hiram at length, unable to restrain his curiosity any longer, “what does this mean?”
“Why, you heard me tell the chauffeur what I wanted,” said Dave.
“You are following that boy.”
“Yes.”
“Why, Dave?”
“Because I want to find out where he lives,” replied Dave.
“Who is he?”
“You remember my telling you about being robbed in a lodging house at Brompton, just before I came to Fairfield?”
“Oh, yes. You mean by the fellow who got Mr. King’s medal and watch and money?”
“That’s it.”