He hoped so, but in the indistinct light could not be quite certain.
The boy, whoever it might be, approached cautiously, till he stood within fifty feet of the house.
Then Philip saw that it was indeed Frank, and his heart beat joyfully. It was something to see a friend, even though they were separated by what seemed to him to be an impassable gulf.
About the same time, Frank recognized his friend, in the boyish figure at the window.
“Is that you, Phil?” he asked, in a guarded voice, yet loud enough to be heard.
“Yes, Frank; I have been expecting you. I knew you wouldn’t desert me.”
“I should think not. I didn’t come before, because I didn’t want to be seen by any of Tucker’s folks.”
“They are all abed now, and I hope asleep.”
“Can’t you come downstairs, and steal away?”
“No; my chamber door is locked on the outside.”