"Oh, that won't take long. A few minutes will fix the cargo all right."
Alaric wondered what sort of a cargo could be taken aboard in a few minutes, but concluded to wait and see.
Soon both lads went ashore and walked up into the town. Although it was now evening, Bonny did not seek the well-lighted business streets, but made his way to what struck Alaric as a peculiarly disreputable neighborhood. The houses were small and dingy, and their windows were so closely shuttered that no ray of light issued from them.
At length they paused before a low door, on which Bonny rapped in a peculiar manner. It was cautiously opened by a man who held a dim lamp over his head, and who evidently regarded them with suspicion. He was reassured by a few words from the young mate; the door was closed behind them, and, with the stranger leading the way, while Alaric, filled with curiosity, brought up the rear, all three entered a narrow and very dark passage, the air of which was close and stifling.
[to be continued.]
THE SPEEDWAY AS IT IS TO-DAY, LOOKING TOWARD HIGH BRIDGE.