Chapter 9

“No use trying to follow,” he admitted. “We got to comb Chinatown for the two of them. They can’t live down in that burrow forever. But why did this duck show himself? He must have known we were here—he could hear us talking!” The “Kid” smiled craftily. “Maybe him and the Count left something,” he suggested. “We better have a look!” “No, they didn’t leave nothing. I would have seen it if they had. I got an idea the Chink _wanted us to see him_! He stood there with his face turned into the light. Well, we got to fin…