“His crooked nose! It was all on one side of his face. Say, fellows, maybe that’s the man who tried to rob the old Frenchman!” exclaimed Bob in a tense whisper.
[CHAPTER VI]
FIRST CALL FOR VOLUNTEERS
Jerry and Ned looked at Bob quickly, and then darted glances after the man who had so rudely pushed out of the door, almost upsetting Jerry on his way.
“Did he really have a crooked nose?” asked Ned.
“He sure did! I had a good view of his side face, and his nose looked as though he had been a football player most of his life, and had fallen on his nose instead of on the pigskin.”
Ned darted out to the sidewalk, and looked up and down the street. He came back to report.
“The man, Crooked Nose or not, isn’t in sight,” he said. “But if you think it’s worth while postponing the meal——”
“No, don’t!” hastily begged Bob. “Maybe after we caught up to him it wouldn’t be the right man.”