For the time, he had entirely forgotten the existence of Barney Mulloy, but now he remembered that the Irish lad had waited outside the cottage café.
"He has heard the rumpus," said Frank, aloud. "I wonder where Barney can be?"
"Whist, be aisy, me lad!" retorted the familiar voice of the Irish youth. "Oi'm wid yez to th' ind!"
Barney was close behind Frank!
"How in the world did you get here?" cried our hero, in great astonishment.
"Oi climbed the tray, me b'y."
"The tree? What tree?"
"Th' willey tray as shtands forninst th' corner av th' house, Frankie."
"But that does not explain how you came here at my side."
"There was a windy open, an' Oi shlipped in by th' windy."