“Let’s make a break when they open the door to give us breakfast,” suggested Ned.
“That might be a good plan,” came from Bart. “The morning will do. We can’t accomplish anything to-night, so there’s no use fretting.”
In spite of their unpleasant position the boys finally fell asleep and slumbered soundly. Bart was the first to awaken and he hardly knew where he was. A glance around soon brought to his mind what had happened. He hurried into the other room. As he reached it he gave a cry that brought his companions in on the run.
“What is it?” asked Ned.
Bart pointed to the table. The dishes had all been removed while they slept and the lamp was gone. A dim light came in through the ventilators.
“They were here in the night!” cried Bart.
“What’s queer about that?” asked Frank.
“This,” spoke Bart. “They didn’t come in through the door, as the chairs are in front of it just as we left them, and the door opens inwardly.”
“Well?” asked Fenn.
“They didn’t come in through the window, for there isn’t any.”