"Who are they?"
"Barney Hawks, and Bill Bunce, the proprietor of this place."
"That's a pity. How did they manage it? Where did they go to?"
"Haven't the slightest idea. It seemed as though they vanished through that wall yonder."
"Probably they did. Bring an ax, Finch."
An ax was brought, and used with such reckless effect, that soon an opening into a passage leading into a building fronting on another street, was discovered.
"They're off for this time, sure," said the sergeant, when he had examined the passage; "but we'll take possession of this place, and if Bunce ever ventures back, we'll nab him anyhow."
"Well," exclaimed Old Spicer, suddenly, "as Hawks has got away from us, there are one or two others who must be looked after without an instant's delay and so we must be going."
"One moment!" exclaimed Rouse, "haven't you forgot something?"
"What?"