"That crowd of boys?" questioned Ralph, following his companion's direction.
"Yes, that gang of hoodlums," responded Clark bluntly, "for that is what they are."
"And how are we interested in them?" inquired Ralph.
"We're not, but they may become interested in us."
"Indeed?"
"Mightily, if I don't mistake my cue," asserted Clark.
"You are pretty mysterious," hinted Ralph, half-smiling.
"Well, I'll explain. Those fellows are laying for you."
"Laying for me?" repeated Ralph vaguely.
"That's it."
"Why? They don't know me, and I don't know them."
"Not much acquainted at Bridgeport, eh?"
"Only casually. I've laid over here several times when I was firing on the fast freight. I know a few railroad men, that's all."
"Ever hear of Billy Bouncer?"
"I never did."
"Then I'm the first one to enlighten you. When I went out to find a restaurant I passed that crowd you see. I noticed that they drew together
