"That's what I thought. Otherwise I wouldn't have given mine," said
Harris.
"It may not be too late to call him back and tell him so," said Frank. "I did the talking because neither of you seemed to want to do it. You didn't have to give your parole unless you wanted to. I didn't ask you to do it."
"Come now, don't get mad, Frank," said Jack.
"I'm not mad. I'm just telling you what I think. Certainly it can do us no harm. We have everything to gain and nothing to lose."
"That's so, too, when you stop to think of it," Harris agreed.
"Well, I stopped to think of it," said Frank. "You fellows didn't.
That's the difference."
"But who on earth can he be?" exclaimed Harris. "He seems to know you two, all right."
"There is something strangely familiar about him," said Frank, "but I can't place him."
"Nor I," admitted Jack, "though, as you say, there is something familiar about him."
"Seems to me that if I knew a man I could tell you who he was," said
Harris.