“I’ll go to the door with you,” said Jack.
“Better not. Just sit tight where you are.” Frank moved toward the door. “Well, so long,” he said.
“Good-bye and good luck,” said Jack.
“Thanks; the same to you. Your position is more ticklish than mine. You’ll have to explain my strange absence.”
“Oh, I guess I can do that.”
“So do I. Good-bye.”
Frank closed the door behind him and hurried from the house.
Left alone, Jack immediately prepared for bed. There was nothing that he could do now and he had determined to get what rest he could, for he realized that the events of the morrow were likely to be very strenuous. He put out the light and climbed into bed. Five minutes later he was fast asleep.
How long he was asleep he did not know, but he was awakened by a pounding at the door.
“Come in,” he called sleepily, when he was fully awake.