The "Dock Rats" of New York; Or, The Smuggler Band's Last StandOld Sleuth
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The "Dock Rats" of New York; Or, The Smuggler Band's Last Stand
Old Sleuth
Smuggling -- Fiction
"Aha! that means something; but, I'll you, I expect two or
three men who are to trail Vance and if they ever catch him on
this coast, or anywhere else, they'll down him!"
"Who are the men?"
"Ah! that's just what no one is going to find out, except the
few who are inside of the game; but go slow when you meet a
stranger during the next few days. Meantime, who was the man
up at the Pearce cabin?"
"We counted him as Vance."
"It is possible it may have been Vance."
"There were two of them."
"Two of them?
"Yes."
"Then you can make up your mind that one of these men was
was in our interest."
One of the gang related all that had occurred.
"Aha! I see it all. The man in the rubber coat was one of our
fellows. He is on the detective's track, you bet and it will
all be right for Ike and the rest of the boys in the morning."
The conversation was continued for some time, and the death of
old Tom Pearce was discussed in a sort of left hand manner;
nothing definite was disclosed, but the detective was led to
believe that a little open play on his part might give him a
chance to pick up a few facts.
Spencer Vance was afraid of discovery, and was about moving
from his hiding place when he became aware of the fact that he
had been seen.
A great excitement immediately followed. He stepped out from
his hiding-place, and was at once surrounded by a dozen armed
men.
The detective as usual, was cool and easy, and, when an
opportunity offered, demanded:
"Is there a man in your company named Rigby?"
Silence followed the detective's question. He received no
immediate answer, and he once more called out:
"Is there a man in your midst named Rigby?"
The detective spoke in broken English. Rigby answered himself
by asking:
"What do you want of Rigby?"
"Is there such a man here?"
"If there is, what difference does it make to you?"
"I have a message for him."
"A message?"
"Yes."
"Who from?"
"I'll tell Rigby."
"See here, my man, don't you go independent, or you will get
into trouble."
"I can't get into any trouble if Rigby is around."
"My name is Rigby."
"Can I see you alone?"
"Anything you have to say can be spoken right out; we are all
one company here."
"That would not be according to instructions."
Rigby really wanted to talk alone with the man, but did not
wish to make it so appear.
"What do you say, boys, shall I let him see me alone?"
"Certainly," came the answer.
"Come along, my friend," commanded Rigby.
The detective followed the proprietor of the tavern inside the
house, and was led to a rear room.
"Now what have you got to say?"
"You are Rigby!"
"Yes, I am Rigby."
"I must not make a mistake."
"You are not making a mistake."
"All right, then you are to give me your aid?"
"Give you my aid?"
"Yes."
"I don't understand."
"I am on the lay for Vance."
"Aha! that's the racket!"
"Yes."
"Who sent you here?"
The detective mentioned the name of a man Rigby, had not
spoken of during his talk with the smugglers.
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