Part 26 (1/2)
WORDS AND BLOWS.
The very first words spoken by Si Peters confirmed the young oarsman's suspicious.
”What did you do with the valise, Wash?” he asked.
”Left it on the yacht at the cove,” replied Wash Crosby.
”That's where you made a big mistake.”
”How so?” growled the toady.
”They might take it into their heads to search the yacht.”
”Oh, I guess not.”
”We don't want to run any chances of being found out.”
”We're all right; don't worry.”
”Perhaps we are and perhaps we are not.”
”Oh, keep still, and let us enjoy the music,” growled Crosby, for an orchestra was now playing.
A waiter came up and Si Peters gave an order. Jerry was quite sure he had ordered something stronger than what he was in the habit of drinking at home. It was evident that the bully of Rockpoint had turned out even worse than before.
”What shall we do?” whispered Harry.
”We ought to inform the police.”
”Just my idea of it.”
”I don't know if there are any officers around here.”
”Oh, there must be.”
They looked around, but in the darkness no policeman could be seen.
”You stay here and I'll go hunt up somebody,” said Jerry.
Scarcely had he spoken, however, when their attention was attracted to a row that was taking place in the concert hall. Two men were fighting, and presently a chair flew through the air.
At once those sitting around tried to retire.
Peters and Crosby rushed out in the crowd, and not to lose sight of the pair Jerry and Harry went after them.
Fifty feet from the concert hall the four came face to face. Si Peters started back, and Wash Crosby wanted to run for it.
”Who--what?” stammered Peters.
”We have caught you,” said Jerry, boldly. ”You may as well give in.”