“But we will,” cried Drew excitedly.
“Well, your father is safe,” said Frank bitterly. “I suppose he will leave the country now?”
“What, and forsake his friends?” cried Drew proudly. “You don’t know my father yet. No; he says he will not stir till your father is safe; and we’ll have them out yet, if we have to burn the prison first.”
Frank looked at him wildly.
“But there are more ways of killing a cat than hanging it, lad,” continued Drew with a laugh, as he dashed away the last of his hysterical tears. “I look a nice sort of a hero, don’t I? But I came to tell you not to be down-hearted, for there are plenty of brains at work.”
“And I must help!” cried Frank excitedly.
“No; you leave it to the older heads. I should like to help too; but my father says that I am to leave it to him. He has a plan. And now I am coming to what I came principally for.”
“Then you have something else to say?”
“Yes. Is your mother still so very ill?”
“Yes, very.”