"So I think."
"And I too," added Harry Girdwood; "but how?"
"I'll write him a letter."
"Yes; and send it to him by the gaoler," said Harry.
"Yes."
"The gaoler who carried all the other letters? Why, Jack, Jack, what a thoughtless, rattlebrained chap you are. What on earth is the use of such a move as that?"
Jack's countenance fell again at this.
"You're right, Harry. I go jumping like a bull at a gate as usual. What would you do?"
Harry's answer was brief and sententious.
"Think."