“Take it easy now,” warned Jim, as they drew close to the gate before the big house. “No telling who is snooping around the grounds.”
Seeing no one in immediate range of vision they flitted across the sidewalk and entered the grounds of the old place. Keeping close to the hedge they made their way along it up to the house and then paused.
“Lights are none too plentiful in the house,” whispered Terry.
There was only one lighted room in the downstairs. A low light burned in a bedroom on the second floor and two rooms were lighted on the third floor. With one accord, after a hasty glance around, the two cadets crept to the window and looked under the shade into the library.
“No one in there,” Jim whispered.
The room was empty. A single reading lamp burned in the place but there was no sign of life. At that moment Terry nudged his companion’s arm.
“Say! Doesn’t something occur to you?”
“No,” said Jim. “What?”
“It was under this same window that the patriots stood and saw that spy school teacher talking with British officers!”
“Gee, that’s right,” mused Jim. “But we have one consolation. The Gates’ won’t take Don out and hang him!”