"I reckon Old Spicer's on his track," he answered; "and if that's so, his only chance is my getting to him before that old rat can find him."
The girl looked distressed.
"I don't know what to do," she said. "Hen made me take an oath that I would give his address to no one, and that I would not let even his best friend know the places he frequents in New York."
"Well, my dear, of course you can do exactly as you have a mind to about it; but if you don't tell us, his chances of escaping the hangman are pretty slim, I can assure you that." Then turning to his friend, with a solemn air:
"Come, Jake, we must be going; it won't do to linger here any longer."
"Dot vos so!" exclaimed the wily Jew, starting to his feet.
[CHAPTER XII.]
BARNEY AND JAKE START FOR NEW YORK.
"Oh, dear! oh, dear! What shall I do? What shall I do?" moaned the poor girl in great distress.