The lad closed the case of his watch with a snap and rose to his feet. He examined his revolver carefully to make sure it was in working order and then said:
"Time's up; may as well be moving."
The three advanced cautiously to the front door. Behind, the house was perfectly dark.
"Careful when you open the door, Frank," Jack warned. "Stoop down.
There is no telling what may be lurking out there."
Frank heeded this warning. Stooping, he opened the door, threw it wide and looked out.
"Coast clear," he announced.
He was about to step out when the sound of hurried footsteps came to his ears.
"Wait a minute," Frank whispered. "Some one coming."
A man appeared down the street. He came nearer. Frank gave an exclamation of satisfaction:
"Come on back to the parlor," he whispered. "Here he comes now."