“The chief!” exclaimed the lad, his heart suddenly beating fast. “I wonder if he’s found out anything?”
He greeted the officer.
“Say, Bob,” came the eager voice, “I think we’re on the trail of that fellow who robbed Hiram!”
“You mean Rod Marbury?”
“Yes. I just got a tip that there’s a strange sailor over in Cardiff, spending money freely. I’m going over and have a look at him. Would you like to come along? You heard Hiram describe this chap—you might know him. Want to come?”
“Sure I do! Wait a minute!”
Bob quickly explained to his uncle the nature of the summons.
“You mean chase off in the night after this suspect?” asked Mr. Dexter, not at all pleased.
“Yes. The chief wants to catch him. May I go?”
“Oh, I suppose so, Bob. But be careful!” The consent was reluctantly given.