CHAPTER VIII
ONE, TWO, THREE—A FULL BAG!
At the hot soda place even Jack Benson, fond as he was of such decoctions, at last had his fill.
"Funny Eph hasn't brought the others here," muttered Jack.
"Pardon me, a moment," urged Radwin, rising. "I'll be back directly."
Radwin slipped out to the sidewalk, for he had seen a hovering figure at the curb. However, Radwin kept on down the street, turning in at the third doorway beyond. Now, the hovering figure sauntered past.
"We got the cub," whispered the prowler.
"Good!" whispered Radwin. "Then you're ready for the rest?"
"Huh! It'll be like sleeping on a haymow, if the other two are as easy as that one was."
"All right, then! Be off, and see that you do your work well!"