"She wrote to him there, did she?"
"Yes, I dink so."
"Ain't you sure?"
"Not quite."
"How's that?"
"Dere vos von odder blace he had letters sent to somedimes. I vill find out dot blace."
"See that you do. And look you, Jake, may be it will be as well for us to pay New York a visit in company to-morrow. This town is getting a little hot for us, and we want money—want it badly; and we can see Hen and his pal, and make Emory meet us there at the same time—kill two birds with one stone, you understand."
"Yes, Parney, I dink ve petter go to New York."
"Well, then, that's settled. Now get your little gun and come along."
Jake started to his feet, crossed to the tier of bunks behind which the detectives were concealed, and began searching under the pillow of the middle bunk.