Publisher's Synopsis
You'll find your man in the lobby of the Eagle Hotel or in the neighborhood of the hotel on Main Street, said Dick Prescott. "You can hardly miss him." "But how will I know Mr. Hibbert, when I see him?" pursued the stranger. "I don't know hat his name is Hibbert," Dick answered. "However, he is the only young man who has just reached town fresh from Europe. His trunks are pasted all over with labels." "You'll know the young man, sir," Tom Reade broke in, with a quiet smile. "He always wears a spite-fence collar. You could bill a minstrel show on that collar." "A collar is but a slight means of identification, in a city full of people," remarked the stranger good-humoredly.
