"Good enough. I’ll look after them." It took Patsy only a few moments to make the change of garments, and he then found that he had no time to spare. He heard the bang of the taxicab door, and saw that the supposed old gentleman had returned to his seat. The veiled woman had not stirred. The taxicab sped up the avenue. Patsy Garvan, in leather cap, jacket, and gaiters, and with his features quickly and deftly disguised, pushed the motor cycle out through the side door. "So long, Steel!" he said warmly. "I’ll make this right with you later. You can gamble on that." "You’re welcome, Garvan, and good luck to you," was the hearty reply. In another moment Patsy was rounding the corner and starting in hot pursuit of the distant taxicab. As he passed the house he shot one swift glance at the window of Sadie Badger’s flat. The roller shade had been drawn down. CHAPTER VI. TWO MEN WITH A WAGON. Patsy Garvan was puzzled--more puzzled than at any time since he first saw the taxicab and its occupants, whom he had pursued undetected to a somewhat unsettled section of the Bronx. Rounding a bend in a woodland road that was out of sight from any habitation, Patsy suddenly discovered that the taxicab, which had been briefly lost to view in the belt of woods, had stopped near one side of the road, some fifty yards in advance of him. There appeared to be no trouble with the motor, however, for the chauffeur had not alighted, nor either of the other occupants of the car. "Gee! it certainly beats me," Patsy muttered, having hastily dismounted and found shelter back of some shrubbery on one side of the road. "What sent them out here, and why have they stopped? There seems to be nothing wrong with the car. I’ll be hanged if I can make head or tail to it." Patsy waited and watched for nearly ten minutes. He could see only the back of the taxicab, of course, and could form no idea of what its occupants were doing. Curiosity and increasing suspicion, however, impelled him to make another move. "I’m going to find out, by thunder, if it takes a leg," he said to himself. "I’ll hide the motor cycle and make a detour through the woods till I can get a look at them. They must be up to some kind of a game, or they would not remain there. I’ll have one look, at least, and ease my mind." Patsy made his preparations with some little difficulty. The ground at the side of the road was wet and soggy, and only with repeated efforts could he force the heavy motor cycle over the damp earth and through the shrubbery, finally concealing it in a thicket some ten feet from the road. Quickly picking his way through the belt of woods, Patsy then sought a point from which he could see the side windows of the motionless taxicab. He scarce had gained this vantage point, however, when another vehicle met his gaze. It was approaching through a narrower road making off to the east, within a dozen yards of which the taxicab was waiting.