“Here I am.”
“Jump up here and take hold of these ribbons, while I arrange everything for my surprise party. Just keep him as he is, and look sharp enough to steer clear of everything in the road.”
“I moind,” said Barney, taking the reins from Frank’s hand.
The genius slowly got down from his perch, for the suit of mail prevented him from making any very lively motions; and when he reached the bottom of the wagon he picked up a small china knob having a piece of wire attached to it.
This he handed to Jared Dwight.
“Take this,” he said, “and when I give you the word, I want you to pull hard on the knob. You can drop it just as soon as you pull.”
“All right,” said the avenger, and took the knob in his hand.
Frank then passed his hand over the upper portion of the frame of the body, as if reaching for some particular parts, for his fingers rested awhile at regular intervals, during which time Dwight vainly endeavored to see what he was doing.
“All right,” said Frank. “Don’t forget your pull when you hear the word.”
“You can trust me,” said Dwight.