"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."
"You must be mistaken."
"No, I am not. Where can I find a policeman?"
"Down at the steamboat landing, most likely."
"All right. Sam, you stay here and see that
