“Them’s the pair.”
Mark and I looked at each other. It was dead certain Collins and Jiggins weren’t letting any grass grow under their feet.
“They might stumble onto him,” I says.
“Yes,” says Mark, “and they m-m-might stumble onto us, too.”
I never thought of that. We might run bang into them any time, and then what would happen? Something would, that’s sure; but what? I didn’t want to find out.
“We got to go cautious,” says I.
Mark wrinkled his nose scornful-like.
“How’d you come to think of that?” he asked, snappish. I guess that tumble off the train had upset his disposition. I made up my mind I’d leave him alone till he felt better.
After a while he stopped still in the middle of the sidewalk and says, “Hang it!” You never saw such a disgusted look as he had on his face.
“What’s matter?” I asked.