“What luck?” asked Jones.
“The best,” was Dick’s reply. “My uncle said he would be glad to keep him. And he’ll guard him carefully, never fear.”
“That is settled then. Now how about getting him there?”
“Well, I would say that the thing to do is to get a closed carriage. It’s still light, you know, and if he made a break we might have trouble, for some one would be sure to see us.”
“A good plan. Better go now and get a carriage.”
Dick again turned toward the door. Jones called after him.
“And do the driving yourself.”
Fifteen minutes later Dick returned and announced that the carriage was at the door. Jones turned to Jimmy.
“Now,” he said harshly, “I want you to understand that I will stand no nonsense. Make a false move when you go out the door, or utter a sound, and I’ll hit you over the head with this,” and he displayed an evil-looking cane.
Jimmy made no reply, and went through the door between Jones and his companion.