Just after breakfast James Congreve received a call at the hotel from Philip.
“Our friend in the wood must be hungry by this time,” said James.
“Ho, ho!” laughed Philip, in evident enjoyment. “It’s a splendid joke.”
“I fancy he doesn’t think so,” said Congreve, shrugging his shoulders.
“Of course he doesn’t. He must have been fully scared, staying there all night.”
“He doesn’t strike me as a boy who would easily be frightened,”
“At any rate, he must be hungry,” said Philip, in a tone of satisfaction. “I guess he’ll find it doesn’t pay to insult me.”
“Well, he’s had enough of it; we’ll go and release him.”
“What for?”
“You don’t want him to stay there all day, do you?” demanded Congreve.