“All right. Good-night, Merry. You’re a brick! Don’t let Flynn do you up. I’ll stand by you, Merry. Good-night. I’m fagged out.”
His eyes closed wearily, and he slept.
“Will he be all right in the morning, doctor?” asked Frank.
“I think so,” answered the doctor; “but that was an awful blow. We can’t tell the result of it. He may never be in as good condition as he was before, but we’ll hope that he comes round all right.”
Frank was wearied. He wondered where Diamond could be, but he knew well enough Jack was doing everything in his power to catch Flynn.
Morning was not far away when Frank lay down upon a couch and fell asleep. He was exhausted, and he slept soundly till some time after the sun had risen. He was aroused by the owner of the cottage, who informed him that a boy had just said that he was wanted at the telephone in the hotel.
Bart was sleeping. Frank took one look at him, and then hastened over to the hotel. He was shown the ’phone. As soon as he spoke, a voice asked:
“That you, Merry?”
It was Jack.
“Yes,” answered Frank. “What do you want?”