"What does he look like?"
"He's a loud dresser—wears plaids, pink shirts, lots of rings, loud neckties, and so forth."
"What's he look like in the face? How old is he?"
"He may be nineteen. His eyes are set near together, and he is freckled and foxy looking."
"He's a sneak!" broke out McDornick, in his impulsive way. "I knew it the first time I saw him."
"Where is the Bay View?" asked Merriwell.
"Right there," answered Moslof, motioning toward a large building sitting back on the opposite side of the street.
"This fellow is stopping there?"
"Yes."
"What is his name?"