There was an alleyway alongside of the house, and looking into this the boys saw a light shining out of several windows near the rear of the resort.
"Let us take a peep into the windows," suggested d.i.c.k, and led the way.
To let out some of the tobacco smoke the windows were pulled down partly from the top. The bottom sashes were covered with half-curtains of imitation lace, but so flimsy that the boys saw through them without difficulty.
Bradner had just entered this rear room, and was gazing around inquiringly. Now he stalked over to a table near one of the windows, and dropped heavily into a chair.
"I"m afraid the jig is up," he said, addressing somebody on the opposite side of the table.
"What has happened," asked the other person, and now the two Rover boys were amazed to learn that the party was Dan Baxter. The bully had changed his dress and also the style of wearing his hair, and was sporting a pair of nose gla.s.ses.
"They have met the real Jack Wumble, and found out that I was fooling them about the hotel."
"That"s too bad," cried Dan Baxter. "You must have made a bad break of it, Bradner."
"I did my best, but I couldn"t keep them from looking around, although I offered to conduct them. You can bet if I had had them under my care they wouldn"t have got near the Western Palace, nor Jack Wumble either."
"Did you have a man ready to play the part of Wumble?" questioned Dan Baxter, after the burly one had ordered drinks for the two.
"Yes, I had Bill Noxton all c.o.c.ked and primed. But now our cake is dough--and after all the trouble I"ve taken for your father, too!"
And Henry Bradner uttered a snort of disgust.
"Did you warn this Noxton?"
"Oh, yes, and I put a flea into the ear of the hotel clerk, too.
But the thing is, what do you suppose your father will want done next?"
"Don"t ask me," answered Dan Baxter recklessly. "He don"t half trust me any more. He says I"m only good to sponge on him," and the former bully of Putnam Hall gave a bitter laugh.
"Well, I haven"t followed these Rovers all the way from Valley Brook farm to here for nothing," went on Henry Bradner. "Your father wanted "em watched, and I"ve watched "em ever since they came home from that boarding academy. It was a big job, too."
"Didn"t they suspect you?"
"One of "em said he thought he had seen me before." And Bradner laughed. "It was at the Valley Brook Church. I followed them to the church just to keep my word to your father."
"And you are certain Mr. Rover isn"t coming West?"
"No, he"s laid up with a game leg, and won"t move for a month. I got that straight from the hired man." There was a pause. "What do you reckon I had best do next?"
"Telegraph to my father at Denver--you know his a.s.sumed name, and let him advise you. I suppose the boys and that Wumble will go straight through to the mining district now."
"More than likely."
"Then father and Roebuck will have to stop them out there, although how it"s to be done I don"t know."
At this juncture a waiter came forward, and closed down the window, and the balance of the conversation was lost to the two Rover boys.
CHAPTER XX
JUST A LITTLE TOO LATE
"What do you think of that?" whispered d.i.c.k, as he led the way back to the sidewalk.
"It"s all as plain as day," replied his brother. "This Bradner was set to watch the house immediately after the robbery occurred.
More than likely he was around at the time of the robbery."
"Do you suppose he is the man who helped Arnold Baxter to escape from prison on that forged pardon?"
"Creation! It may be so!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Tom. "I"ll tell you one thing: we ought to have them both arrested at once."
"I don"t know about that," mused the elder Rover. "If we do that then how are we to find out where Arnold Baxter is, or this fellow they called Roebuck?"
"But they may slip through our fingers if we don"t have them locked up."
The two brothers talked the matter ever, and then decided, late as it was, to call upon Jack Wumble for advice.
"You can go for him," said d.i.c.k. "I"ll continue to watch this place. If they leave I"ll throw bits of paper on the sidewalk and you can follow the trail just as if we were playing a game of hare and hounds."
Tom made off at top speed, carefully noting the street and number, so that he would not miss his way when returning.
Left to himself d.i.c.k went into the alleyway again and looked through the window as before.
Dan Baxter and Bradner were still conversing, but the youth could not hear what was said.
Presently the pair at the table arose, settled for their drinks and came out of the place.
They walked up the street and around a corner, and d.i.c.k followed, scattering bits of an old letter as he went along. When the letter was used up, he tore to bits some handbills which he found in the street.
Eight squares were covered before Dan Baxter and Bradner reached a dingy looking hotel which went by the name of Lakeman"s Rest.
It was set in the middle of the block, with brick houses on either side of it.
They entered a narrow hallway, and by the light above the door d.i.c.k saw them ascend the stairs to the second floor.
There now seemed nothing to do but to await Tom"s return, and the youth retired to the opposite side of the street.
It was late--after midnight, in fact--and the street was practically deserted.
A half hour went by and d.i.c.k felt as if his brother would never return, when he heard swift footsteps behind him.
"So this is your game, eh?" cried the voice of Bradner, and of a sudden a club descended upon d.i.c.k"s head and he went down as if shot.
The man had looked out of the hotel window and spotted d.i.c.k, and had gone out by a back way add around the square to make certain of his victim.