But at the moment the lineman said:
“The fellow is coming back.”
Again the three went into hiding to see that the young fellow stopped at the corner of Irving Place.
He stood there a moment or two, looking down the street, and passed out of sight.
Patsy stole up to the corner, and lightly leaping into the courtyard of the house on the corner, threw himself on the ground and wriggled to the corner, to see the man standing nearby, leaning against the fence.
Patsy wriggled back, and signaled to Chick that the man was there yet.
Chick gave the return signal to keep up the watch, and himself stole down the street to the house whence the man had come.
Looking up at it, there were no indications that it was occupied.
Pulling from his pocket a false mustache and a wig, he donned them quickly, keenly alive to any signal Patsy might give, and, mounting the steps, rang the bell.
Chick had a notion in his head that he wanted to satisfy.