Part 33 (2/2)

CHAPTER XVII

EAVESDROPPERS!

”Look out!”

”There he is!”

”Grab him!”

Phil had bounded to his feet, realizing that he could no longer conceal himself from them. As he did so, both men sprang toward him, the Circus Boy eluding them by a leap to one side.

The men made a rush for him. At first Phil was inclined to stand his ground and give battle, but he reasoned that, being two to one, the chances were against him and that even if he were not captured, he might sustain injuries that would keep him out of the ring.

That was the deciding factor with Phil Forrest. Although he would have preferred facing his enemies, he whirled instead and started on a run, with both men pursuing him at top speed.

”He's out-running us. He'll get away!” cried one of the men.

”Run, run! Run for all you're worth!”

But they might as well have spared their effort. Phil was fleet of foot, and after getting a slight lead over them he turned sharply to his right, leaped a fence and lay down.

The men quickly discovered that they had lost their prey.

Then they became alarmed.

”Get out of here, quick! He will be following us!”

The men turned and ran swiftly in an opposite direction.

”Do you think he recognized us?”

”I don't know. We can tell by the way he acts when we get back; that is if he doesn't follow us now. We had better separate and go back to the lot. From there we can go along with the wagons and not be noticed. Don't let him bluff you.”

”Have no fear for me.”

The plotters separated and cautiously made their way back to the lot where they were soon lost among the crowd of men at work taking down the tent.

”I believe one of those two men was Diaz,” declared Phil, as he once more tried to place the voice that he had seemed to recognize. ”They have given me the slip, too. I know what I'll do. I will hurry back to the boat and when Diaz returns I will face him and make him betray himself if I can. I shall have him then.”

Having decided on his course of action, Phil struck off at a trot across the field. He soon reached a back street of the village, and from there ran at full speed to the docks.

All was activity here. The lad cast a quick glance about, though he did not expect to find the man for whom he was looking.

Without pausing in his rapid gait he ran up the companionway to the upper deck, where he intended to watch at the rail for the arrival of Diaz from the lot.

As he leaned over the rail he felt someone stir near him.

Glancing up quickly, the Circus Boy started almost guiltily.

There, beside him, sat Diaz on a camp stool with his feet on the steamer's rail, calmly watching the loading operations on the deck below.

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