“My, but ain’t I glad I overheard that talk!” burst out Bob, fervidly.
“What talk?”
“Lock the door, and I’ll tell you. But you must speak in a whisper.”
Frank locked the door and also bolted it.
“Now, in the first place,” began Bob, “have you a pistol?”
“I have; but what under the canopy does it all mean?”
“Casco is in this house.”
“By Jove! is that true?”
“And he and Raymond, the proprietor, have just hatched out a plot to chloroform and rob you.”
“You are joking!”