We agreed on a signal. When I throw three pebbles
at his window, wait a bit and throw two more, he is to raise the sash.
Fortunately there are no bars to his window, as he is not regarded as a
violent patient. The only thing I am afraid of is that he may have one of
his insane spells just as we are about to rescue him. That would raise an
alarm, and the plan might fail."
"We'll hope for the best," said Bart, cheerfully, "Now let's go all over
the details and arrange our campaign. This is the first time I ever
helped in a raid on a sanitarium."
"I hope it will be the last," spoke Frank. "It's a sad-enough thing, and
I only wish it was over."
"Cheer up," counseled Fenn. "You've had it pretty hard, carrying that
secret all alone. Now we're going to help you; aren't we, fellows?"
"That's what we are!" chorused Bart and Ned, and at that Frank smiled. He
seemed to have lost much of the gloom that had enveloped him for the past
few weeks.
"Well, let's get to work," suggested Ned. "The sooner this thing is done
the better. The weather has been fine for the past week, and it's liable
now to rain soon.
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