And the three boys could make out some one past this first fellow, but the second individual stood well in the dark shadow of the delivery doorway of a store.
"Let's see if we can't creep up a little nearer," whispered Dick Prescott, softly.
"They may see us coming," warned Dave.
"If they do, we'll just make a jump in and nab them anyway," Dick rejoined.

"Remember the main game---capture!" Cautiously, a foot at a time, and in Indian file, the three freshmen stole down the dark alleyway.

Then Dick halted, passing back a nudge that Dave Darrin passed on to Greg Holmes.
"Now, ye needn't think ye're goin' to renig," warned the fellow who was nearer to the boys.

"I done the whole job against Prescott, and I done it as neat as the next one.

Why, _you_ never even thought of the trick of slipping that watch and pin into Prescott's trunk, did ye?
That was _my_ brains.