He was going.
"Wait!" cried Frank. "Will you shake hands before you go?"
He held out a hand, and Muriel seemed to hesitate. After a few moments, the masked lad shook his head, and, without another word, left the room.
"Begorra!" cried Barney, scratching his head, "thot felly is worse than Oi thought! Oi don't know so much about him now as Oi did bafore Oi met him at all, at all!"
The boys were given much food for conversation. They made themselves as comfortable as possible, and talked over the thrilling events of the night.
"If Kate Kenyon had not told me that her brother was serving time as a convict, I should think this Muriel must be her brother," said Frank.
"Av he's not her brither, it's badly shtuck on her he must be, Oi dunno," observed Barney. "An' av he be shtuck on her, pwhoy don't he git onter th' collar av thot Miller?"
That was a question Frank could not answer. Finally, when they had tired of talking, the boys lay down and tried to sleep.
Frank was beginning to doze when his ears seemed to detect a slight rustling in that very room, and his eyes flew open in a twinkling. He started up, a cry of wonder surging to his lips, and being smothered there.
Kate Kenyon stood within ten feet of him!