"Vell, dot vos all right."
"It's all right, provided we find him," said Barney.
"Dot vos schust vot I meant. Und if ve don't——"
At that moment a not bad-looking young man, of some twenty-one or twenty-two years of age, with the evident marks of recent dissipation upon him, entered the saloon.
He cast a hasty glance about him, and ended with an inquiring look directed toward the barkeeper, who started hastily to his feet.
"These gentlemen are anxious to see you on private business," he explained. Then turning to the two burglars: "This is Mr. Taylor," he said.
"You want to see me, do you?" asked Taylor, coming up to the table and looking them squarely in the face.
"That's exactly what we want, sir," answered Barney, quietly.
"What's your business?"
"You own this establishment?"