"What a nice, sensible gentleman Mr. Morton is!"
[CHAPTER VIII.]
LUCK IN DISGUISE
But it was not Jerry's way to bide at home when such a dangerous adventure was afoot. The more he thought of it the more he was convinced he might be needed.
"Suppose there should be three of them burglars instead of two, and one of our men was to get hurt; it would be a battle with odds and maybe escape for the rogues. No—I won't get shoved aside; I'll disobey orders, and play a game of my own."
Then the little man stationed himself behind the window-blind, although it was a good two hours before the time set by the thieves. It was well he did so, for at half-past four a man with a bundle rang the door-bell at the side entrance of the Morton house.
"He's ahead of time," said Jerry. "I wonder if them p'lices are behind the convent gate?"
The nurse-girl opened the door so quickly that she had evidently been on the watch. The man slipped in, and Jerry noted that he was big and brawny.
"It's going to be a mean job to tackle that fellow," he thought. Then he went to a pile of things in a corner, and selected a stout hickory stick.