“You still look like it,” laughed Dick. “Well, anyway, you got the job done, and that’s something, even if you do go to jail for a while!”
“What do you suppose they’ll do?” asked Gordon uneasily.
“Oh, I don’t believe they’ll be hard on you. Maybe a small fine and a month in jail.”
“Quit your kidding! If I go to jail I’ll see that you come, too.”
“I’ve always understood that there was honor even amongst thieves,” responded the other, “but I see that I was—hello, see who’s here!”
It was Lanny who closed the gate behind him and walked up the short path with a weary grin on his face. “Good morning,” he said, as he sank to the top step and leaned his head against the pillar. “Also good-night.” He closed his eyes and snored loudly.
“What became of you?” asked Gordon.
“What became of me?” Lanny opened his eyes protestingly. “When do you mean?”
“Last night, of course. Where did you run to?”