The old Scotchman put in an objection. “The difficulty may be to get out of this house. I don't believe they mean to let you get away to-night.”
“By Jove, that's so!” exclaimed Keating. “We're talking too much—let's get busy. Are they watching the back door, do you suppose?”
“They've been watching it all day,” said MacKellar.
“Listen,” broke in Hal—“I've an idea. They haven't tried to interfere with your going out, have they, Mr. Keating?”
“No, not yet.”
“Nor with you, Mr. MacKellar?”
“No, not yet,” said the Scotchman.
“Well,” Hal suggested, “suppose you lend me your crutches?”
Whereat Keating gave an exclamation of delight. “The very thing!”
“I'll take your over-coat and hat,” Hal added. “I've watched you get about, and I think I can give an imitation. As for Mr. Keating, he's not easy to mistake.”