“It’ll be us,” he says.
That’s what a good breakfast will do for a fellow. It gives him confidence.
We started off for the hotel where Jiggins & Co. were and sat down on the porch where we could look into the office and see them the minnit they came down-stairs. We waited and waited. After a while the clock struck seven.
“They’re due now,” I says.
But they didn’t come. At half past seven I began to get fidgety and so did Mark.
“Don’t seem l-l-like they’d oversleep to-day,” says he.
“It don’t,” says I.
“Let’s investigate,” says he.
We marched in to the man behind the counter and asked for Mr. Jiggins.
“Fat man?” he asked.