In less than half an hour they had left the boat, and were walking up the main street of Muskegon. The gentleman knew the place well, and led the way to a substantial restaurant where a good meal could be had at a reasonable figure. Hammerditch and Le Fevre had followed the youth, and now came to a halt outside of the eating resort. "He seems to have picked up a friend," said the Englishman. "That will make our task so much harder." "Perhaps ze man vill not remain wid heem," suggested Le Fevre. Satisfied that Robert and his companion would not come out immediately, the pair went to another restaurant and procured a hasty breakfast. Mr. Porter expected to do considerable business in Muskegon, and breakfast over, he shook Robert by the hand cordially. "We must part now," he said. "I am glad to have met you, and trust we shall meet again." "The same to you, Mr. Porter," replied our hero. "I wish you were going to Timberville with me." "I'm afraid I wouldn't do much there. There is only one small store and two or three sawmills. Of course, they use some hardware, but not a great deal." And thus they parted. By consulting a clock Robert found he had still two hours to wait before the departure of the train. Looking at the clock reminded him of his lost watch, and he had remembered how Andy Cross had said that Jim Huskin had left Chicago for Muskegon. "I would just like to land on that fellow," he said to himself. "He deserves to be in prison quite as much as Cross does." Walking around to the depot, Robert purchased a ticket for Timberville, made sure that he was right about the train, and had his valise checked straight through. Although he was not aware of it, his movements were shadowed by Hammerditch and Le Fevre. "He has checked the bag," said the Englishman. "I wonder if we can get at it through the baggage master?" "It ees not likely," said the French Canadian. "Za are verra particular here about baggage. If ve can get ze check ve be all right." "Let us follow him and see if anything turns up in our favor." So the two rascals followed Robert in his walk about the town. All unconscious of the nearness of his enemies, our hero sauntered from street to street. His eyes were wide open for some glimpse of Jim Huskin, and it must be confessed that he never gave a thought to being attacked from behind. Having traveled the main thoroughfares of Muskegon, the youth commenced a tour of the streets of lesser importance. One street, near the docks, was lined with saloons, and here the worst element of the town appeared to be congregated. "Set 'em up, lad," cried one 'longshoreman, as he bumped up against Robert. "Thanks, I don't drink," answered Robert, coolly. "Don't drink?" cried the man. "Wot yer doin' down here, then?" "That is my business." "Don't yer git uppish about it." "Make him treat, Mike," put in another man, whose nose showed that strong drink and he were no strangers.