"I think I"ve seen him, too," said d.i.c.k. "And I must say I don"t much like his looks."
When Tom told of the conversation that had been held, d.i.c.k shook his head seriously.
"I wouldn"t talk so much, Tom," he remarked. "It won"t do any good, and it may do harm, you know."
"I"ll be more careful hereafter, d.i.c.k. I am sorry myself that I had so much to say," returned Tom.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE ROVER BOYS IN CHICAGO
"Chicago! Change cars for St. Louis and the West!"
The long express had rolled into the great depot and the porters were busy brushing up the pa.s.sengers in the parlor cars and gathering together their baggage--and incidentally, the tips which were forthcoming.
The Rover boys were soon out on the platform and making for the street.
"Cab, sir; coupe?"
"Mornin" papers! All de news! Have a paper, boss?"
The crowd of newsboys and hackmen made d.i.c.k smile. "It"s a good deal like New York, isn"t it?" he observed.
"Yes, indeed," replied Sam. "Where shall we go--to the Western Palace?"
"We might as well. The sooner we find this Jack Wumble the better."
At that moment the burly man who had talked to Tom in the dining car brushed up to them.
"Good-morning, my young friend," he said to Tom. "Can I be of any a.s.sistance to you?"
"It I don"t know as you can," replied Tom coldly. "I guess we can find our way around."
"Glad to help you if I can," went on the man.
"We want to get to the Western Palace," put in Sam, before his brothers could stop him.
"That is quite a distance from here." The man hesitated a moment.
"I was going there myself. If you don"t mind riding on a street car I"ll show you the way."
"A street car is good enough for us," returned Sam. He was anxious to see more of the stranger, for he wished if possible to recollect where he had seen the fellow before.
A pa.s.sing car was hailed and they all got on board, each carrying a valise, for the Rover boys had decided that trunks would be too c.u.mbersome for the trip. They sat close together, and during the ride the stranger endeavored to make himself as agreeable as possible.
"My name is Henry Bradner," he said, introducing himself. "Out in the mines they used to call me Lucky Harry, and a good many of my friends call me that still. May I ask your names?"
"My name is Sam Rover," said the boy. "This is my brother d.i.c.k, and this my brother Tom."
There were handshakings all around. "Glad to know you," said Bradner. "I hope you find Jack Wumble and that he locates your mine for you."
"I"ve been thinking that I"ve seen you before," said Sam bluntly.
"But for the life of me I can"t place you."
"Perhaps we"ve met somewhere in the East--New York, for instance.
Have any of you been in Chicago before?"
"No."
"It"s a great city and there are many sights worth seeing. If you wished I wouldn"t mind showing you around a bit this afternoon or tomorrow."
"Thanks, but we won"t have time," said d.i.c.k shortly. This off-handed invitation made him more suspicious than ever.
The talking continued until at last Henry Bradner stopped the car.
"Here we are," he said. "The Palace of the West is one block down yonder side street."
"The Palace of the West?" repeated Tom. "I thought it was called the Western Palace."
"Well, it"s all the same," laughed the man. But it was not the same by any means. While the Western Palace was a first-cla.s.s hotel in every respect, the Palace of the West was a weak imitation, run by a man who had once been a notorious San Francis...o...b..ackleg.
The hotel was soon reached and Bradner led the way into the office, which was filled with rather rough-looking sports, all smoking and talking loudly.
"I know the clerk," said Bradner. "I"ll ask him about your friend." And before d.i.c.k could stop him he had pushed his way to the desk and was talking in a low tone to the clerk. d.i.c.k tried to catch what was said, but was unable to do so.
"You are in luck," said Bradner, on coming back. "The clerk says Jack Wumble has gone off for the day, but said he would be back by to-night sure."
"I"m glad of that," said Tom, and he and his brothers felt much relieved.
"The clerk cautioned me to keep quiet about Wumble," went on Bradner confidentially. "It seems Wumble and another man had a row over a game of cards, and Wumble wants the other man to clear out before he shows up again. The other man is booked for Denver on the afternoon train."
As this statement about cards fitted in with what Mr. Rover had said concerning Jack Wumble, the boys swallowed it without hesitation, and they were inclined to believe that Henry Bradner was all right, after all.
"Will you register here?" went on the man.
"No, I don"t like the looks of the place," answered d.i.c.k promptly.
"We are not of the drinking kind," he added.
The burly man looked dark and disappointed.
"It"s a good hotel, when once you get used to it," he said.
But d.i.c.k shook his head and said he would go elsewhere, and motioning to Tom and Sam he led the way to the sidewalk once more.
Henry Bradner followed them.