"We mean to. And now, once more, good day."
"Good day," and the two worthies were gone.
[CHAPTER XIX.]
DETECTIVES IN A TIGHT SPOT.
"Come," exclaimed Old Spicer, and, lightly springing from the table, he and Rouse hurried from the room.
They rushed down-stairs, through the office, and overtook Quackenbush just outside the hotel door.
"Where are they?" asked Old Spicer, breathlessly.
Quackenbush pointed them out just as they were turning the next corner above.
"Go back and watch Bissell," he whispered. "Rouse and I will follow them up."