The night watchman came in. Harris tried to get up and dart out by the open door, but Merry caught him and flung him back on the bed.
"Just help me take care of him, will you?" said Frank. "He is pretty ugly, and——"
Over the foot of the bed went Harris, out of the half-open window he dived.
Frank leaped and clutched at his heels.
Too late!
"Gone!" gasped Merry.
"Well, it's more than even money that he won't go very far," said the watchman. "I'll wager something he's broken his neck by the fall to the ground."
They hurried out of the room and down the stairs, fully expecting to find Harris lying under the window.
But when they reached the spot both were amazed to discover that the fellow was not there!