"Frank," she whispered to Bowman, there in the front of the dusky store, "Frank, what shall we do?"
"What can we do?" he asked quite blankly.
"He—he should be brought home."
"My goodness!" Bowman stammered. "Do you suppose Mrs. Drugg would go down there after him?"
"She mustn't," Janice hastened to reply, with decision; "but I will."
"Not you, Janice!" Bowman exclaimed, recoiling at the thought.
"Do you suppose I'd let you tell Mrs. Drugg?" demanded the girl, fiercely, yet under her breath.
"He's her husband."
"And I'm her friend."
Bowman looked admiringly at the flushed face of the girl. "You are fine, Janice," he said. "But you're too fine to go into that place down there and get Drugg out of it. If you think it is your duty to go for the man, I'll go with you. And I'll go in after him."