Without debating the matter further, the boys started forthwith.
[CHAPTER V.]
2109 HOYNE STREET.
Hoyne Street was easily found. A number of blast furnaces stood so near the house the two chums were looking for that the flames from their tall chimneys lighted up the surroundings so brilliantly that they were able to read the number over the door.
The house was a two-story frame structure. The gas and smoke from the neighboring iron mills had shriveled and scorched everything in that part of the town. Even by night, and under the glow of the furnaces, Hoyne Street had a dismal and dreary appearance.
No. 2109 was set well back from the sidewalk. Two branching wings, in front, made the house look like a deserted manufacturing plant. This impression was heightened by several broken windows.
There were no lights in the windows other than the reflected glare from the high chimneys.
"Whoosh!" muttered Carl, as he and Matt came close to the front of the house and read the number. "Dot's der blace, Matt, aber it don'd look pooty goot to me. Der feller vat lifs dere don'd got enough money, I bed you, to pay for sending dot delegram. Der hen oof drouple iss aboudt to hatch somet'ing."
"It may be," answered Matt, who likewise had a queer premonition of trouble, "but we've come this far and I'm going to see the thing through. If anything goes wrong in that house it will be on account of that roll of blue prints. I'll leave the roll with you, Carl, and you can stay outside. I won't be in the house more than fifteen minutes at most."