He ran out of the room and into the next, the window of which was not fastened, and opening the window continued to cry out.
Then of a sudden he saw a sight that gladdened his heart.
Larry Greson was in sight.
He had followed up the trail from the other end.
“Hurry! hurry!” screamed Mart.
“Mart!” burst out Greson.
“Come up and help Mr. Dunbar!”
“Who is in there?”
“Porler and Murphy!”
Greson ran up on the piazza of the house, and at the same time Mart flew below to let him in.