"Yes. I am afraid I was foolish."
"I hope you won't be robbed—that's all."
"I should like to get out, but I am afraid if I come downstairs with my grip they would try to stop my going."
"Where is your room?"
"At the back part of the house, looking out on the lot."
"I'll tell you what you can do," said the other boy, after a moment's thought. "Have you paid anything for your room?"
"Yes, but I don't mind that."
"Then drop your grip out of the window. I'll catch it."
"I will."
"Then you can take a car and go down into the city."