Frank had wheeled without a word, and was half-way to the gate. Jack stumbled after him, calling under his breath; but the other had already passed through the gate and joined the Major and Gertie before Jack could reach him.
"And so you think up here is the right direction?" Frank was saying.
"I got some tips at the 'Crown,'" said the Major. "There are some farms up there, where—"
"Frank, may I speak to you a minute?"
"No.... All right, Major; I'm ready at once if you are."
He turned towards Jack.
"By the way," he said, "what's in this parcel?"
"Something to eat and drink," murmured Jack.
"Oh ... I shan't want that, thanks very much. Here's the bag with the clothes in it. I'm awfully grateful, old man, for all your kindness. Awfully sorry to have bothered you."
"By the way, Frankie," put in the hateful voice at his side, "I'll take charge of that parcel, if you don't want it."