And at that the handkerchief was torn from his eyes and he looked up blinking into the beaming countenance of Norse.
Norse did not wait to explain. He cut the twine binding his friend's hands and flung down the satchel within the circle of the lantern light.
"What are you looking at?" he asked, tersely, stooping to open the bag and noting Kerwin's steady gaze fixed upon him.
"For Heaven's sake what have you got on!"
"What ... got ..." And Norse burst out laughing.
"What have I got on?" he cried. "I've got on your dress-shirt—— Made me look more like a ghost." He whipped the garment off. "And now you get into it just as quick as you can!" he added.
For a brief moment a light of puzzlement lingered in Kerwin's eyes.
"Here's the collar and tie." Norse handed them to him. "And here's your dress-suit—— You see I overheard them talking it over—— I looked for you—— Then I came out here—— I'd a box of flash-light powder in my pocket—— That's all. I thought it was all up when they heard the satchel click. You see I'd opened it to get out your shirt. I had to put a good deal of trust in Providence!..."
"But Norsey...."