“You might think about it?”
“Possibly.”
“All right. I’ll be ready to make you an offer to-morrow, if you are ready to come right away. I’ll be in the box office of the theater at eleven in the morning. Will you call?”
“I think I will.”
“Do so. It won’t do any harm, even if we don’t agree. I shall be glad to see you, anyhow.”
Frank was ready to go. He knew Jack and Nellie would wonder what had become of him.
Hans and Ephraim accompanied him, and they found the brother and sister waiting near the entrance of the theater.
“Oh, Frank!” cried little Nell. “We didn’t know where you had gone.”
“I told her you would turn up all right,” asserted Jack, “but she was nervous after that fight on the stage.”
“It was dreadful!” shuddered the girl. “I was so frightened! I saw that wretch was really and truly hurting ‘Uncle Tom,’ but I didn’t expect you would jump right onto the stage, Frank.”