“Are they going to let you out?”
“I hope so, soon.”
Andy had told Chase something about his circumstances, and now told him more, mentioning the airship race.
“I say, you shouldn’t miss that, should you, Andy?” excitedly proclaimed Chase. “I wish I could help you. I can in time. I have a good mind——”
Chase paused mysteriously, and began stumping about in his usual abstracted, muttering way.
Andy sat down on a bench as there was a movement at the cell-room door.
“Here, give this man shelter for the night and something to eat,” ordered the turnkey. “Turn him out in the morning.”
“Hello!” spoke Chase, evidently recognizing a regular habitue of the place, “it’s you again, is it?”
“On my rounds, as usual,” grinned the newcomer, a harmless-looking, trampish fellow.
“Been in some other lockup, I suppose, since we saw you last?” insinuated Chase.