"Got a light?" asked Frank. "I'll just like to see whether you're a
Black Cat or not."
"Nix on the light," was the reply.
"That's South Clark street, below Van Buren," laughed Jack.
"All right," Frank said, in answer to the boy's negative, "I've got a flashlight."
"Then keep it out of sight," advised the other. "I don't want to stir up these soldiers. Perhaps they won't let you go with me."
"Oh, they won't?" Jack grumbled. "We'll see! Turn on your light,
Frank, old top!"
Frank, "old top." turned on his light, and the two saw a boy of apparently fifteen standing immediately in front of them. He was slender but muscular, and his red hair and blue eyes betokened anything but Asiatic ancestors.
The lad extended his right hand in full salute and waited.
"Correct!" Jack said. "Turn out your light, Frank. Sit down, kid, and tell us why this surprise party."
"I came down to tell you that there's doin's up town," was the quick reply. "You'd better get a move on!"