Frank knew so little of his father's business, or occupation, that he could conceive of no cause for worriment. When his advances met with little response he asked, "Have you got a headache, papa?"
"No--yes, child. My head troubles me some. Be as quiet as you can."
"Will it disturb you if I play checkers with Ernest, papa?"
"No, I should like to have you amuse your self," answered the outlaw.
He directed the boys to go to bed early. As before, they slept together, and he threw him self on the lounge without taking off his clothes.
Ernest slept well. When he woke up at eight o'clock he saw that Frank was still sleeping, but his host was already up.
Juba came into the room.
"Get up, children," she said. "Breakfast is ready."
"Where is papa?" asked Frank.
"He took breakfast an hour ago, honey."