"I do."
The stranger turned, walked back to the bed, unfastening his coat and collar as he did so, and laid himself down in the attitude of a moment before.
"I will call you in the morning," continued Herbert. "By that time,"—he hesitated,—"by that time your pursuers may have given up their search. One word more. You will be frank with me?"
"Go on."
"Tappington and you are—friends?"
"Well—yes."
"His mother and sister know nothing of this?"
"I reckon he didn't boast of it. I didn't. Is that all?" sleepily.
"Yes."
"Don't YOU worry about HIM. Good-night."