They selected the garments which they preferred, and a few moments later they had donned them.
“We’ll leave the others,” said Ethan, as he paid the bill. “You can do what you like with them.”
“You are very kind,” smirked the hook-nosed man. “And I thank you much.”
He followed them outside and stood watching them as they went down the street.
“A knave, or I never saw one,” remarked Dale with a backward glance over his shoulder.
“I think you are right,” said Ethan. “I suppose most of these water-side characters are alike; they’d sell any one if the price were high enough.”
They turned a corner, out, as they supposed, of the man’s view; a little further on Ethan suddenly grasped Dale’s arm.
“Look there,” he whispered, his face paling with sudden excitement.
“What is it?” asked the ex-master’s mate of the Lexington.
“Under the shed, there by the pastry cook’s. The horse, I mean.”