Two hours passed; another half hour—and we had been imprisoned two hours and-a-half—and it was now about supper time.
A few moments later I opened the door, and looking towards the stair-way, discovered "the kid," leaning over the bannister, gazing vacantly in the direction of our room.
I yelled:
"Come here, kid! For Heaven's sake, what's up?"
"Yer never'll git me inter de room, ter be pitched out de winder," he replied.
"No, no," we said, "come in; come in and explain. We won't harm you. Come in."
He then ventured in, very cautiously, and explained:
"Well, sir gemmen, de ole gal nailed 'em all, spite of eb'ry ting I could do; she got de whole shootin' match, and I didn't know whedder to come back or not."
"Heavens and earth! Frank; what are we going to do now?" I asked.