The stableman peered through the barred window.
“Good,” he muttered softly to himself. “He is just the man for the work. I would trust my life to his nerve and bravery.”
“Know him?” asked the captain, as the horseman again shouted aloud for some one to come out.
“Never saw him before,” said Jack. “What will you do?”
“Let you go and have a confab with the chap; see who and what he is, what he wants with me, and then act according to your own judgment, whether to let him in or send him off about his business. You’ve got a better head on you than half of the boys, and I can trust you fully.”
“Thanky,” mumbled Jack, and with a scrape of his foot he backed out of the room.
A moment later he was out of the house and approaching the horseman.
The latter regarded him steadily, but not a sign of recognition passed between the two men.
When they approached close to each other the stableman spoke:
“Glad to see you, old man.”