"I catch your point, and maybe you're right," he admitted. "However, you'll have to do it."
"I suppose I shall," said Frank with a sigh, "so the sooner I get it over with the better."
He led the way downstairs and on to the front porch. Jack stepped forward close beside him. Again there was a wild cheer from many throats.
Both lads still wore their British uniforms, and they both presented a manly and handsome appearance as they stood there on the front porch of Frank's home.
"Hello, Frank!" "Glad to see you back!" "Are you going to stay here?" "Tell us about yourself."
These were some of the cries hurled at the lad.
Frank's face turned red and he would have turned away had not Jack's stalwart frame stayed him.
"Speech! Speech!" came the cry.
The hubbub increased.
"I can't do it, Jack!" Frank exclaimed.