He disappeared within the ruined factory, and Baxter and Mumps went after him. Listening intently at a broken-out window, Dick and Sam heard them ascend to an upper floor. "I guess we have tracked Arnold Baxter," whispered Dick. "I wonder if he and Girk have that stolen money and the securities here?" "More than likely, Dick. Thieves don't generally leave their booty far out of their sight, so I've been told." "I would like to make sure. I wonder if we can't go inside and hear some more of their talk?" "We would be running a big risk. If Arnold Baxter caught us he would--would--Well, he wouldn't be very friendly, that's all," and Sam gave a shiver. "I'm going in. You can remain outside, on watch. If you want me, whistle as we agreed." "But be careful, Dick!" pleaded the younger brother. "I will be." "And don't stay too long," added Sam, who did not relish being left alone in such a forlorn looking spot, and in the intense darkness which had now settled down over them. "I won't be any longer than necessary, you can depend on that," replied the big brother. As silently as a cat after a mouse, Dick entered the gloomy building and felt his way over the half-rotted floor to where the stairs were located. Ascending these, he found himself in something of a hallway, the upper floor of the building being divided into several apartments by wooden partitions nine or ten feet in height. From one of the apartments shone a faint light. To this he made his way, and, looking through a good-sized knot-hole in the partition, he saw Arnold Baxter, Girk, and the two newcomers, seated on several boxes and boards. On one box stood a candle thrust in the neck of a bottle, some liquor and glasses, and a pasteboard box containing a cold lunch. "So you're glad I've come, eh?" Dan Baxter was saying to his father. "Yes, I am glad," was the slow reply, "that is--I want to get away from here as soon as possible." "Why don't you go?" "I'm afraid to go up into the town. I would prefer to go away by boat." "To where?" "To Searock, on the Jersey coast." "Do you want us to take you there?" "If you can do it, Dan. I'll give Mumps and your sailor friend a nice little sum for your trouble." "And don't I get anything?" cried the son sharply. "To be sure, Dan." "How much?" "I'll give you a hundred dollars." "Pooh! What's that? I want more." "We'll arrange that later." "You and Girk are making a fortune out of this deal." "Not as much as you think." "I've read the newspapers and I know how much was in the haul. I want a thousand dollars." "We'll arrange that afterward, Dan. Remember, in the future what is mine is yours." "Now you're talking, dad," was the bully's quick reply. "I like the way you are doing things, and I'm going to stick to you as soon as this little matter Mumps and I have on hand is settled." "All right, you shall stay with me," responded the elder Baxter. "Where is your boat?" "Not over half a mile from here."