"And just wait till this
bunch of bad men gets after them. It begins to seem like old times
again."
"Right you are," said Tom. "And whatever's going to happen, it
will be pretty soon, because we're getting close."
By this time they were indeed on the outskirts of the town, and
before long were swinging down one of the main streets, the noise
of rifle firing and shouting growing steadily louder as they
progressed. At first few people were to be seen, although here and
there an anxious face peered out of an upper window.
But as they penetrated further into the heart of the city, they
encountered hurrying and shouting knots of men, who, however,
hastily changed their direction when they caught sight of the
businesslike appearance of the Americans.
Suddenly Billy caught sight of a face at an upper window that
seemed familiar.
"There's the fellow that tried to strike the lame man the day you
took his cane away from him, Frank!" he exclaimed.
Frank looked in the direction that Billy indicated just as the man
was hastily withdrawing behind a curtain.
"Couldn't see much of him, but it did look something like him," he
remarked.
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