Hugh suspended judgment, believing that it would be unwise to jump too hastily to a decision.

Besides, there were a few little suspicious things connected with the actions of Brother Lu that he did not wholly like.
A minute passed, two of them, which doubtless seemed like so many hours to the confident Thad.

Then they again saw the late hobo coming out.

Thad stared harder than ever, and his heart felt like lead.
What did it mean?
he asked himself.

Brother Lu did not have his hat on, nor was he carrying any sort of hastily thrown together bundle.
In fact, he showed not the first sign of the dreadful alarm Thad had anticipated.
He still carried the weekly paper in his hand as though he meant to look over that wonderful article of Jim's again.