"What is there to do?" asked Mrs. Blake.
"Well, I think I ought to take them to him. I feel all right now. The effects of that drug has passed off, and—"
"Nonsense!" exclaimed Jennie's mother; "you shall do nothing of the sort.
No trip to Rainbow Ridge to-night!"
"But he may want them!" insisted Jack. "And I promised to bring them through for him. I think I must go."
"Please don't," pleaded Jennie. "We can lock the letters in the safe here, and you can take them the first thing in the morning. You know you were told not to make a night trip unless it was absolutely necessary, and it isn't. There isn't anything here that must go through before morning," and she rapidly sorted over the mail and express matter to prove what she said.
"And didn't Mr. Argent tell you not to take the risk of a night trip just for these letters?" asked Mrs. Blake.
"Yes, he did, but—"
"Then don't go. In fact it would not be fair to him to risk taking them after dark, when you know his enemies are after them. You have had a narrow escape this afternoon, you are weak, and—"
"Oh, I'm all right now!" insisted Jack. "I feel fine."
He certainly looked it. His health had enabled him to make a quick recovery from the effects of the drug, the life he lived in the open air doing much to help his system throw off the effects of the narcotic. Jack looked able to make a night ride.