“Not a soul.”
“All at breakfast?”
“Yes.”
“Come up here, will you?”
“You bet I will, and mighty glad to see you,” cried Ned, with vim and sincerity. “Now then—what?”
Reaching the loft Ned challenged his friend, curious and excited, as if he expected that Dave would have a great story to tell.
“You know what has happened,” said Dave.
“That you ran away last night—yes. They are talking about nothing else in the house yonder. Say, tell me about it, for I know old Warner’s tale is all bosh.”
“The robbery end of it is, you can rely on that,” replied Dave, and he recited briefly his adventures and misadventures since they had last met.
“Say,” cried Ned, when Dave had concluded his story, “you just stick to your plan.”