CHAPTER XXV
BOB AND FRANK STAND TOGETHER
By Frank Landes’ manner Bob knew that the young man meant what he said.
“They ought to receive a warm reception,” returned the young photographer. “But do you think it will pay to stay here and fight them?”
“What else is there to do?”
Bob pointed to the door leading to the hall-way.
“We can run away while they are trying to get in at the window,” he suggested.
“But I am not dressed.”
“Slip on your clothes. I’ll shut the window and lock it, so they will find themselves foiled, and have to come back to the door.”
As Bob spoke, he rushed over to the window and tried to close it.
But for some reason the lower sash refused to budge, even though in his excitement he struck it several times along the edging.