Frank bowed his head.
"Yes," he said.
The clergyman and Dick were consulting in low voices. Jack looked at them with a wild sort of appeal in his face. He was completely bewildered, and hoped for help. But none came.
"Will you swear—" he began again.
Frank put his hand suddenly on his friend's shoulder.
"Look here, old man. I'm really rather done up. I think you might let me go without any more—"
"All right, we agree," said Dick suddenly. "And—"
"Very good," said Frank. "Then there's really no more—"
He turned as if to go.
"Frank, Frank—" cried Jack.