“And the funeral is to-day.”
He sat down on a stone and did some thinking.
The result of this was that he took off his coat, turned it inside out and put it on again, looking as if he had another coat on. From his pockets he drew a wig and put that on. He rolled up his cap and put on a slouch hat.
Then he stole up in the direction the others had gone. He passed the man stationed on the hill unrecognized.
Arriving at the avenue where the cars ran, he looked around for Moore. By and by he saw him standing in front of a drinking saloon.
He edged up close to him and saw he was anxiously waiting for some one.
That some one appeared shortly in the person of Masson, from a carriage which was driven up to the place.
“Well?” said Masson.
“It’s all right, so far,” replied Moore.
“The funeral carriages will be along in a moment.”