Many remarks, pertinent and characteristic, were made
concerning them, and yet, seemingly unconscious that they were
attracting any attention at all, they moved along. Upon reaching the
platform they met a train that had just arrived from the city, and
boarded it to make the short run to the Island. And all the time they
maintained their frivolous demeanor, but four sharp eyes were on the
alert, and Oscar observed:
"They are swallowing the bait."
"Yes, we've got 'em."
It's strange, but about the same idea ran through the minds of the three
rogues. They had feared that their game might take a train to the city,
and when they saw them board the train bound for the Island the man who
had spotted the game said:
"What did I tell you, covies?"
"They are going to the beach."
"They are, dead sure."
"We are in luck."
"We are, you bet, and now I am going to prophesy again. That gal has got
a good thing. I tell you she will walk him away off down the beach. She
is bound to have those sparkles. She has her eye on them. Good enough; I
hope she'll get 'em, but she'll never wear 'em. No, no, it's I and you,
my covies, who will wear those sparkles. We covets them, we do, and we's
got to have 'em; yes, sir, we's got to have 'em, and we will."
Oscar saw the man get on a rear car, as intimated, and there was triumph
in his heart.
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