On the other side of the room, and partially hidden from our boys
by the cash counter, was another man, smoking, and evidently
waiting for some one. He kept his eye on the door and every once
in a while glanced nervously at his watch.
"Not much going on in here," said Donald in English.
"No; but we are a little early. There may be more in before we
finish our breakfast."
It was a true prediction, for within the next five minutes as
many more persons entered and disposed themselves around the
various tables. Then the boys' breakfast was served and for a few
minutes they were more absorbed in the food than in the guests.
As Donald raised his eyes for a moment, however, he caught sight
of a man talking to the one sitting back of the cash counter.
They were evidently arguing about something in an undertone and a
minute later the newcomer took a seat with his back to the boys.
"Look!" was Donald's smothered exclamation, "over there by the
cashier. Isn't that our man?"
Adrian raised his eyes and gazed hard at the back of the man's
head.
"I could tell better if he would remove his hat. It does look
like him, but he has disguised himself some way."
"Sure," laughed Donald. "That's part of his trade; but I'm dead
sure it is Strong.
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