Peeping cautiously around the corner, Dick, Greg and Dave made
out dimly one figure well down the alley. There was not light
enough there to recognize the fellow. And the three boys could
make out some one past this first fellow, but the second individual
stood well in the dark shadow of the delivery doorway of a store.
"Let's see if we can't creep up a little nearer," whispered Dick
Prescott, softly.
"They may see us coming," warned Dave.
"If they do, we'll just make a jump in and nab them anyway," Dick
rejoined. "Remember the main game---capture!"
Cautiously, a foot at a time, and in Indian file, the three freshmen
stole down the dark alleyway. Then Dick halted, passing back
a nudge that Dave Darrin passed on to Greg Holmes.
"Now, ye needn't think ye're goin' to renig," warned the fellow
who was nearer to the boys. "I done the whole job against Prescott,
and I done it as neat as the next one. Why, _you_ never even
thought of the trick of slipping that watch and pin into Prescott's
trunk, did ye? That was _my_ brains. I supplied the brains,
an' you've got to raise the cash to pay for 'em! How did I do
that trick of slippin' the watch an' pin into Prescott's trunk!
Oh, yes! Of course, ye wanter know. Well, I'll tell ye when
ye hand me the rest o' the money for doin' the whole trick---then
I'll tell ye."
Something in a very low whisper came, in response, from the second
party who was invisible to the prowling freshmen.
Dick Prescott felt that there was no need of prolonging this scene.
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