“Arlington is a traitor!” growled Buckhart. “Pard, you can throw him down hard, and it’s up to you to throw!” “I want to find out just what is doing between these two.” “They’ll get away!” “No! I’m going to follow them.” “I’m with you.” But Dick knew he could shadow the two far better without the aid of Buckhart, so he insisted that Brad stay back and watch him from a distance. From a main part of the town Dick shadowed Arlington and Kennedy over that portion known as The Harbor. Buckhart saw him take that direction and then lost sight of him. But Brad was satisfied that Arlington and Kennedy had made for The Harbor, and he followed cautiously. Dick was peering in at the window of one of the wretched saloons of that quarter, when he heard some one approaching. He stepped back, hugging close to the corner of the house, and Brad would have passed. “Here, you!” whispered Dick. “Hold up, old man. Come here.” Brad stopped in surprise. “Is that you, pard?” he asked, in a low tone. “Sure thing. Come here where you’ll not be seen if any one comes along.” Brad joined him. “What are you doing?” he asked. “I’ve followed those fellows here,” said Dick. “They are inside.” “What are they doing?” “That is what I can’t make out.” “And why did they come here?” “To get away where there would be little chance that they would be seen together by any one they did not wish to see them, I fancy.” “But the whole thing is a mystery to me, pard,” confessed Buckhart. Dick touched his arm, and cautioned him to keep still. Somebody was approaching. The street ran close by the corner of the house, and, from their place of concealment, they saw a person passing. “Great Scott!” whispered Dick, who seemed to have eyes like an owl. “Did you recognize him, Brad?” “Too dark. Did you?” “Well, if it wasn’t Joe Savage, I’m greatly mistaken!” “Joe Savage?” “Yes.” “Here?” “That’s what.” “Well, this thing is growing thick. Where is he going?” Dick peered round the corner and watched the dark figure pass down the street and vanish in the gloom. “I may have been mistaken,” he admitted; “but I know he had a walk like Joe Savage, was just about the build of Savage, and looked to me in every way like Savage.” Then he slipped to the window and again peered into the saloon. He was just in time to see a man with a lamp in his hand conduct Arlington and Kennedy into a back room. After a few moments the man came out and closed the door behind him. “If there is a window to that room, we must find it,” muttered Dick. There was a window, and they found it. Further, there was a broken pane of glass in the window. Inside the window some shutters had been closed, but in one of the shutters was a broken strip, and through this crack Dick peered and saw Kennedy and Arlington seated with a table between them.