sed her destination.

"The railroad station," he said. "The railroad station, as sure as you
live."

This guess proved a good one; the huge pile of the station soon loomed
into view, the lights about its top dimming in the mists of the evening,
the great round clock looking solemnly out across the city. Bat saw the
two men follow into the building; he at once stationed himself at a
door, through the glass of which he had a view of the ticket window.
Nora went, without hesitation, to a certain window far down the room; in
a few moments she turned away, a ticket in her hand and her eyes going
to the clock. And as she disappeared up the stairs which led to the
train shed, Bohlmier and Big Slim slipped up to the window, purchased
tickets and followed her. When they were out of sight, Bat entered and
walked down the huge room. Over the window to which the others had gone
he saw a sign which told him the tickets for sale there were for the
branch road upon which lay the suburb of Stanwick. Bat also bought a
ticket.

In the train shed a light over a gate called his attention to the three
cars which usually made up the local for the western suburbs. Nora was
not in sight; the Swiss and Big Slim were climbing into a dingy
combination baggage and smoking car which was directly behind the
engine.

"I don't want to get into the car Nora's in," mused Bat. "And as she's
an experienced traveler, I'd say that was the middle one."

He entered the last car by the rear door; a glance showed him that Nora
was not there; and he settled himself in a corner seat opening a
newspaper and holding it before him so as to avoid even the small
chances of detection. In a few minutes the train started and in half an
hour it brought up at Stanwick. From his window he saw Nora on the
platform. His first impulse was to get out on the other side of the
train, but instantly he realized that he must not do this.

"It's the very thing those other two gentlemen will do; and they'd spot
me sure," he thought.

So he waited until the last possible moment; he dropped from the car as
the train was pulling out, and a heaped up baggage truck hid him from
view. He saw Bohlmier and Big Slim pass cautiously along the length of
the platform, and out of sight; and then pursuers and pursued made away
in the direction of Duncan Street.

"It's getting to be familiar ground," said the big athlete; "I think I
could find my way there with my eyes shut."

The street