They are not in the saloon part, that's certain," said Tom
blankly. "But I saw Baxter go in, and the tall man with him."
"Here is a side room," answered Sam.
"And there they are, at a corner table. The man is giving Baxter
some money!"
Tom peeped into the window over his brother's shoulder. "My
gracious!"
"What's up now, Tom?"
"That tall man is the same fellow I met in the woods. The man
that was with the tramp who stole the watch!"
"You don't mean it!"
"But I do! See the scar on his chin?"
"Yes."
'He is that thief's pal, as they call it."
"And he just gave Baxter some bank bills! What does it mean?"
"I give it up. But I know one thing -- that man ought to be
arrested!"
"That's true. Oh! they have seen us! If they -- hi! what do you
mean by that?"
For a burly bartender had suddenly come up behind both of the boys
and hurled them backward.
"No spying around this place!" cried the dispenser of liquors
roughly. "Take yourselves off!"
"There is a man inside I want to see," said Tom.
"Why don't you come in, then?"
"I will -- as soon as I can find a policeman or a constable."
"What! going to have a gent arrested?"
"The man inside knows all about a stolen watch.
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