To avoid this possibility, he had donned his most shabby suit, and wore a cap largely concealing his face.

In one pocket of his jacket within easy reach lay hidden his service revolver loaded, and he had induced Sexton to accept a smaller weapon in case of emergency.
Gans Street was not inviting, the saloon on the corner being flanked by several small factories.

The brick side-walk was in bad condition, and littered with junk of all kinds, while the road-way was entirely uncared for, and deeply rutted from heavy traffic.

Half way down the block, was a tannery, closed now for the night, but with its odour yet permeating the entire atmosphere.

Altogether, the scene was desolate and disagreeable enough, but the street was deserted of pedestrians, the factory doors tightly closed for the night.
The two men pressed their way through along the narrow passage, finding less obstruction as they advanced, the second block being composed entirely of houses, largely of the tenement type, and apparently principally populated by children.