does, but he is asleep, and as he had a bad day, the doctor
says that he is not to be waked up under any circumstances, so I'm
afraid you'll have to put up with my help, such as it is. All you have
to do is wait till I run across the street and get Mr. Allen to come in
and watch granddaddy and then I'll be ready to help you."

"You're a brick, Miss," said Garry enthusiastically, "but we couldn't
think of letting you in for any danger."

"I guess you don't know the border girls, sir. We aren't afraid of
anything in the woods or the towns. We've been brought up to take care
of ourselves. Besides, I've heard Granddad tell about the Rookery, as he
calls it, many times. An' I've an idea that if your chum is held a
prisoner in that house, I know just where it is. So just you let me be
your guide for a little while."

So saying, she ran across the street and soon returned with an elderly
man, the Mr. Allen of whom she spoke, and then bidding the boys wait a
minute, she dashed upstairs. In an incredibly short time she was back
again, clad in a khaki skirt, high boots, and a heavy sweater. A knit
tam was perched on her head, making her quite one of the most attractive
girls the boys had ever seen.

"I'll lead you around to the back of the restaurant, where there won't
be much chance of you're being observed. There's one window that has
always puzzled me. It has a great heavy shutter on it, and I don't ever
remember seeing it opened. I've always imagined it was the dungeon keep
of the place, like the ones they used to have in old castles, long years
ago."

Evidently, thought Garry, the young lady was of an extremely romantic
turn of mind.

In a very few minutes she had led them through a dark back street to
where they could command a view of the rear of the restaurant.

"There, wait till the moon comes out from behind that cloud. Now. See
that window there all barricaded? That's what I think is the prison room
for the Canuck's house," said Ruth.

The boys looked and saw the sinister window, which although they did not
know it then, was the one to the room in which Phil was at that moment
soundly sleeping, worn out by the mental and physical strain that he had
been under for the past twenty-four hours.

Under the shuttered window ran a dark alleyway, and the other windows in
that side of the house were dark and deserted looking. On the other side
of the alley was a low blacksmith shop.

"Well, Garry, if you don't mind