Mary’s eyes were blazing.
“Good boy!” she cried. “When’ll you go?”
“Now,” he answered. “I kin jest ketch Number Four. Good-bye.”
“Good-bye, Jack,” she answered, and caught him suddenly in her arms and kissed him.
She watched him as he went down the path, then turned, and composing her face as well as she was able, mounted the stair and took up again her station by Allan’s bed.
Half an hour after Jack had got off the train at Coalville, he entered the office of the Coalville Coal Company.
“I want a gun,” were his first words.
“What for?” inquired the man at the desk.
“T’ look fer th’ robbers.”