Rouse did so, and the policeman crossed the street to them.
An arrangement was soon made with him, and the two detectives hurried away.
In less than ten minutes they were back, thoroughly disguised as sailors, and accompanied by two friends—shipmates.
They now entered the saloon, and looked about them.
Not a soul did they see but a sleepy-looking boy sitting on a box behind the bar.
"Got a place where we can sit down, and have a social glass?" asked Old Spicer.
The boy looked up, considered for a moment, and then, pointing to a door, nodded.
Old Spicer at once opened the door, and, followed by his party, entered the inner room.
Here were about a dozen tables, each with four chairs about it.
Three of the tables were occupied; two of them with the full complement of four, the other with but three men.