He rejoined Hank Bailey, who was waiting in the corridor.
“Well,” that worthy greeted him, “did you get anything out of him?”
“Not so you could notice it,” replied Joe. “There isn’t much nourishment in talking to a madman.”
“By the way, Hank,” he went on, as they walked toward the street entrance, “there’s no chance of any one breaking out of here, I suppose?”
“Leave that to me,” answered Hank, swelling with a sense of his importance. “Nobody ain’t ever broke out of this jail yet, and by crikey, they won’t, as long as I’m the keeper!”
[CHAPTER VI]
GLORIOUS NEWS
When Joe said goodby to Hank Bailey it was nearly noon, and as his way led past the Bilkins home he met Bilkins himself hurrying home from the Harvester Works for lunch.
The latter grasped Joe’s hand and almost wrung it from its socket.