"Yes, I suppose it is," the lawyer replied, laughingly. "I don't see any other way for me but to take the case. Go to the Tombs, and wait there until I come."
"You'll be sure to be on hand before they bring him down, eh?"
"I won't neglect it."
With this assurance the boys left the office, and, once on the outside, Carrots said to his friend, in a tone of relief:
"Well, now that's fixed, an' I guess we needn't bother any more 'bout Teddy's gettin' out; but there'll be an awful row when Skip hears what we've done, an' you an' I've got to stand right 'longside of each other if he tries any funny business. We must look out for him."
This suggestion that they would stand together against Teddy's enemy was far from displeasing to Master Massey.
In the seclusion of the packing-case home he could talk boldly about what Skip might yet be able to do; but once on the street, where it was possible to meet the bully at any moment, the matter assumed a different aspect, and he began to realize the danger in which he had thus voluntarily placed himself.
"It won't do for us to hang 'round here, 'cause he's likely to come any minute," Teenie said, in a tremulous tone. "I think we'd better go down to the Tombs, an' then we'll be on hand when the lawyer wants us."
This was a very good idea, and Carrots led the way at a rapid pace, both taking heed lest they should accidentally meet Skip.