"Hey! I got a scheme!" Sube announced gleefully. "Let's put on our pajamas and scare those kids when we come down!"
Gizzard was not averse to this form of amusement, but he still clung to the old-fashioned nightgown.
"Better yet!" cried Sube. "That'll look more like a spook than my pajamas will! Pile into it!"
So, clad in their night-clothes they began to feel their way down the series of ladders in the inky-black steeple. Somehow they managed to reach the hatchway leading down into the gallery, and Sube, who was in the lead, was groping for the top of the ladder when Gizzard felt him suddenly recoil.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"Oh, Lordy!" gasped Sube as he drew back into the loft.
Gizzard was alarmed. "What's the matter?" he repeated. "What is it?"
"Ol' Hank Morley—" was all Sube could say.
"Maybe it's all right," said Gizzard reassuringly. "He rung it himself, didn't he! Try it! Go on down!"
"I can't! He took the ladder away!"