He looked up and down the street.
No one was in sight at that hour.
It was possible though for an active person to have sneaked around in front of the closed drugstore and made his escape by way of the cross street.
“I guess you imagined you saw somebody, Meyer,” said Jack, as he closed the window.
“I don’d dink,” asserted the German boy, stoutly. “Off I didn’t see der faces off dot Otis Clymer, I’m a liar.”
“Otis Clymer!” exclaimed Charlie Fox, blankly.
“Dot’s vot I said, I bed you.”
“What could he want around here at this hour of the night?”
“Nottings goot, off you took mine vord for id,” said Meyer, wagging his head sagely. “Dot rooster vos a bad egg.”
“That’s no lie, Meyer,” nodded Charlie, as if that fact had been patent to him for some time.