“Then it is the Brown Robin.”
“Perhaps. We’ll pipe off the house for a while.”
The lineman came back to them, and learning what they were about to do, concluded to go off, but Chick persuaded him to stay.
While he had every reason to believe that the young fellow was honest, yet he would not take the chance of having him give warning.
The wait was half an hour in length, during which time the three were completely concealed under the areaway of a vacant house.
About the time that Patsy expressed the opinion that the woman was settled for the night, a form was seen to appear on the stoop from within the house they were watching.
“Here she comes!” cried Patsy.
The figure descended the steps.
“It’s a man,” said the lineman, “not a woman.”
The figure turned from the house toward the west, approaching closely to the spot where the three were hidden.