In the midst of his earnest championship of his pet location, the professor came to so abrupt a pause that Frank was startled. His companion had grasped his arm violently. With his other hand he pointed at two passing men.
“Look—look sharp, Durham,” he whispered in a low, quick tone, “there’s the man I spoke about; the fellow I told my scheme to in New York City.”
Frank’s glance swept the two persons. The one nearest to him he recognized at once as the man who had sat in the same car with them on the train and who had stolen the satchel.
It was the companion of this person at whom the professor was pointing. In a flash Frank identified this individual.
“Why,” he said instantly, “that is Slavin!”
CHAPTER VII
RIVALS IN ACTION
“Slavin?” exclaimed Professor Barrington, not understanding Frank’s remark. “Why, in New York City he told me his name was Taylor.”
“He was deceiving you,” declared Frank. “If that is the man who tried to worm your secrets out of you, all that has happened since we left New York is easily explained. He is a dangerous man. I am glad I now know who is at the bottom of all this mischief. We need not work in the dark any longer.”
“What do you mean, Durham?” inquired the professor, curiously.
“That he is a criminal,” replied Frank, “and if he troubles us any further I shall hand him over to the police.”