“He was about as tall as him,” he pointed to Chick.
Then he went on:
“Seems to me, as he went across the street with his back to me, he had a trick of hitching up his right shoulder.”
“How hitching it up?” asked Chick.
“It was more than that—it was a kind of a jerk.”
“Is that all you can tell us?” asked Nick.
“It is all that I can think of now.”
“If we should want you to go with us some time, where could we find you?” asked Nick.
“You can find me at the stable most any time, and I’ll go with you whenever you want me to.”
“What you have already told us, Moran,” said Nick, “is very important. It has settled one question that we were in great doubt about.”