"Thank God," he breathed as he reached out his hand and caught hold of Jack's arm.
A moment more and they were again outside.
"Did you get them all?" Bob whispered as soon as they were well away from the door.
"No can tell. Geet all could find."
"How many?"
"I t'ink ten."
"That's one apiece and one over," Jack said. "Now what do you think of my plan?"
"It turned out well, but if it hadn't—"
"Quit hanging crepe," Jack interrupted. "They didn't."
"But they came mighty near it."