"Hold on, fellows," he cried, "maybe we are laughing too soon. I don't
understand this; come to think, if that chappie got out of here he
wasn't as big a fool as we thought him."
"Oh, come off."
"I think we'd better go up and see Tommy--hear what he has to say."
The three men ascended to the room where the dude had gone for his game.
They found that door open; they peeped in and Tommy was gone. He had
disappeared, and they saw the opening where the "swag" had been secured.
They looked into each other's faces and one of them said:
"This begins to look serious."
They descended to the barroom. The owner of the place had just appeared.
"Where is Tommy?" they demanded.
"Up in his room, of course."
"Is he?"
"Yes."
"Do you think he's there?"
"He is there."
"He is not."
"What?"
"He is not there."
"Where is he?"
"By all that's strange and miraculous, boys," cried the man who had
first shot forth a suspicion, "we have been played. The dude was a
'copper,' and poor Tommy is in harbor at last.
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