“The whack on the other thing is good. Anyhow, I don’t want that fellow to get his peepers on me.” “You haven’t got the whack, an’ I’m ready to bet that we’ll get t’rown down yet.” “Go wan,” said the other, incredulously. Patsy cautiously climbed upon the bench and peeped over the division. Two men in the dress of the hired attendants stood with their backs to him. As he looked, trying to fix upon some peculiarity by which he could recognize them when in a position to see their faces, a man, who was in his manner and dress of some consequence, approached. He eyed the two keenly, and the two straightened up as if they expected recognition from the person. Apparently this person was about to pass by, but he suddenly halted, turned from his path, and went quickly to the bench near where the two were standing, pretending to be much interested in the dogs there. All of this was seen by the keen-eyed Patsy, and he also saw that as this consequential-appearing person reached the bench, he slipped something deftly into the hands of the two standing ready to receive it. Not a word was spoken between the three. The passage made, the consequential-appearing man turned from the bench and sauntered on. Dropping from his perch and keeping his eye on this person, Patsy followed him down, keeping in his own aisle. As the end was reached, Patsy hurried forward, and, getting close to this person, kept him in sight until he met an acquaintance. “Who is that person?” asked Patsy, pointing out the man he had been following. “Don’t know,” replied the one he accosted. “There’s Herrick over there. He knows everybody, and if you want to know badly I’ll find out for you.” “Do,” said Patsy. “And hurry!” Patsy’s acquaintance hurried off and came back in a moment, saying: “The man’s name is Eric Masson.” Though Patsy was rather expecting that reply, yet when he received it, it was with a sort of a shock. However, firmly fixing in his memory the features of the man Masson by a close inspection of them, he hurried back to the part of the building where he had left the attendants. They were still in the places where they had stood when Masson came to them and passed to them the mysterious something. He made a wide circle so that he could come in front of them to observe their faces. Then he worked up to them gradually, using the passing people skillfully as a screen for himself. Thus he obtained an excellent view of their faces, and it seemed to him that he recognized one of them, but it was difficult for him to fix it. He was about to turn away, in an effort to learn who they were, how and under what circumstances they had obtained employment there, when he saw Masson again approaching. This time he seemed to be stopping for an instant before each of the dogs, but yet steadily edging along to where the two men stood.