So the two boys ran up to their room to put themselves into shape to go out.
In the meantime, Otis Clymer, thinking of the ill-luck which had led to his recognition and the probable failure of his scheme to get square with Dr. Fox, made the best time he could in the direction of the small hotel kept by Dave Plunkett down near the river which ran by the town.
The Plunkett House was the one eyesore of Sackville.
All self-respecting people considered it a disgrace to the town.
But as Plunkett was shrewd enough to keep within the pale of the law he could not be disturbed.
Report represented him as an ex-prize fighter, and report was probably correct.
He looked it at any rate.
Some people even hinted that they believed his picture adorned the Rogue’s Gallery of more than one big city.
At any rate, when he sported his summer crop of hair his smoothly shaven face would have stood as a good model for a convict’s.
It is quite possible all the evil things whispered about Plunkett were more or less exaggerated, but, just the same, the good citizens of Sackville would have been well pleased to have parted company with him.