CHAPTER FIVE.
FREDDY AND TEDDY.
John Jeffreys, as he stood in the street that October evening, had no more idea what his next step was to be than had Mr Halgrove or the motherly Mrs Jessop.

He was a matter-of-fact youth, and not much given to introspection; but the reader may do well on this particular occasion to take a hasty stock of him as he walked aimlessly down the darkening street.
He was nineteen years old.

In appearance he was particularly ugly in face and clumsy in build.

Against that, he was tall and unusually powerful whenever he chose to exert his strength.

In mind he was reputed slow and almost stupid, although he was a good classical scholar and possessed a good memory.