"
"And so have I some valuable information for you, Mister Man,
and now throw up your hands."
"You are not in earnest," said the man, and he approached a
step nearer.
"You will find out I am in earnest."
"Do you really intend to take me to Ludlow Street?"
"I do."
"Not to-night," exclaimed the man, and he sprung upon the
detective, but he might as well have leaped head first at a
hornet's nest.
The detective was ready for the man, and he brought him to his
knees upon the grass, and an instant later the darbies were on
him.
The man squealed like a pig, but the conviction was forced
upon his mind that he had met Vance.
CHAPTER XXXV.
Having laid out the scoundrel, Vance bid the fellow follow,
and taking him to Ludlow Street he left him in charge.
On the way to the jail the man begged like a trooper to be
released, plead that he was only joking, and that he was
really only a "crank," but the detective's invariable reply
was:
"I know you and until you 'open up' and tell who employed you
to 'shadow' me, you will be kept close."
Our hero learned from the incident the terrible risks that
threatened him, and he determined to be even more careful.
It was midnight when Spencer Vance arrived on the coast. He
had crossed the bay alone to the outer coast and proceeded
toward the cabin of old Tom Pearce.
It was a windy, rainy night, and as disagreeable as could be,
and, indeed, it was desolate enough without the roar of the
breakers as they lashed themselves upon the beach.
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