“Are you sure?” asked Redfern, with a frown.
“Yes; no doubt of it. Take a look if you like.”
“Never mind; I’ll accept your statement as a fact. But we’d better continue the chase until we can no longer trace their movements.”
CHAPTER XIX
GEORGE IS WANTED
“Well, this is a nice state of affairs, isn’t it?” whispered George, when he had recovered sufficiently from his astonishment to speak. “Looks as if we had jumped from the frying-pan into the fire.”
“Yes,” remarked Old Bill, “I’ve done lots of work fur them perlice. Ye see, I always hang out on the river—can’t get away from the smell o’ the water. All the Hollbacks was sailors. Me father’s name was——”
“You told us before,” said George, hastily.
“So I did. Wal, I’ve done fair to middlin’, an’——”
“Going to watch out for this house-boat?” asked George, carelessly.