He frankly stated that he did not believe there was any hope of success, but Sterry was firm in his resolution, and he would not interpose his authority.

Fred Whitney was about to protest, but the expression of his friend's face showed that it would be useless, and he forebore.
Mont peered through the window, near the rear door, and, so far as he could judge, everything was favourable.

Then he faced about, smiled, and without a word waved his friends good-by.
The door was drawn inward just enough to permit the passage of his body, and the next instant he had vanished.
Capt.

Asbury sprang to the window and looked after him, but quick as he was, the time was sufficient for the youth to disappear as completely as though he were a dozen miles distant.
"If I may be allowed," said the captain, in his most suave manner, "I would suggest, Mr.Whitney, that you assist your mother to her apartment up stairs.

She is in need of rest, and can obtain it there much better than here." The good woman glanced suspiciously at the man, half doubting the disinterestedness of his counsel, but he looked so grave and solicitous that she was sure she did him injustice.