“Is he locked in?”
“Well, I reckon.”
“Come up with me, Tip, and, if I find it’s true, I’ll give you the dollar.”
“Come along, den.”
Tip went up the rickety staircase, two steps at a time, and Samuel Standish followed in a more leisurely way.
Arrived at the landing, Standish signaled to Tip to knock on the door.
Tip did so.
“Is you dere?” he asked.
“Yes; let me out!” cried Gerald eagerly.