The figure raised its head.
“Hurt!” it panted. “It's a wonder I ain't dead. What's the matter with ye? Didn't you hear me yellin' for you to open that door?”
Thankful drew a long breath.
“For mercy sakes!” she cried. “Solomon Cobb! WHAT are you doin' over here a night like this?”
CHAPTER XIV
Mr. Cobb slowly raised his head. He looked about him in a bewildered way, and then his gaze fixed itself upon Mrs. Barnes.
“What—why—YOU!” he gasped.
“Eh?” stammered Thankful, whose surprise and bewilderment were almost as great as his. “Eh? What?”
“You?” repeated Solomon. “What—what are you doin' here?”