"I certainly will. You set the lantern so it shows things inside, and I'll keep an eye open," acquiesced the watchman.
Bart went home feeling satisfied and relieved at the arrangement he had made.
All the same he did not sleep well that night. About daybreak he woke up with a sudden jump, for he had dreamed that Colonel Harrington had thrown him into a deep pit, and that Lem Wacker was dropping Mrs. Harrington's precious trunk on top of him.
CHAPTER XV
AN EARLY "CALL"
The young express agent was conscious that he shouted outright in his nightmare, for the trunk he was dreaming about as it struck him seemed to explode into a thousand pieces.
The echoes of the explosion appeared to still ring in his ears, as he sat up and pulled himself together. Then he discovered that it was a real sound that had awakened him.
"Only five," he murmured, with a quick glance at the alarm clock on the bureau—"and someone at the front door!"
Rat, tat, tat! it was a sharp, distinct summons.