After he had waited an hour or more for Bud, and the yellow-haired
cow-puncher had not returned, Ted decided to delay no longer, and
started off at a brisk walk for the station, which was six or seven
blocks distant.
His hotel being on Pine Street, he chose that for his route.
He had walked three blocks when he stopped to watch a man who was
slightly in advance of him.
It was the fellow he had seen in the checked suit.
He had just come out of a saloon.
In the middle of the block he stopped to talk with another man, who
looked as if he worked on the railroad, and Ted loitered in a doorway
until the two separated, and the man in the checked suit continued on
his way.
A block farther on Ted observed two men standing on the corner talking.
A policeman stood on the opposite corner.
The two men on the corner Ted knew instantly for "plain-clothes men," as
the headquarters detectives are called.
He was well aware that the police by this time were on the alert to find
the express robber and murderer, and knew that every available man on
the city detective force was on the watch, like a cat at a rat hole.
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