“Done what?” said Andrew.
“Given the alarm,” panted Frank.
“I say, are you mad, or are you still asleep? What do you mean?”
“Mad! asleep! Do you think I don’t know what I’m saying?”
“I’m sure you don’t.”
“Do you think I want my father to be killed?”
“Do you think your father wants to be branded as a coward? Don’t be such a foolish schoolboy. You are among men now. I wish I hadn’t come and woke you. They’ll be getting it over too before I’m there.”
He made a movement toward the door, but Frank seized him by the arm.
“No, no; don’t go without me,” he whispered imploringly.
“Why not? You’d better go to bed again. You’re just like a great girl.”