The doctor did not heed the lapse of time, for he was intent upon his writing, and an hour had passed when the door opened and Helen returned.
“Now I am at liberty, papa,” she said; “and—where is Dexter?”
“Eh? The boy? Bless me, I thought he was here!”
Smash! Tinkle!
The sound of breaking glass, and the doctor leaped to his feet, just as a loud gruff voice sounded—
“Here, you just come down.”
“Copestake!” cried the doctor. “Why, what is the matter out there!”