“No,” agreed Terry, with a half chuckle. “But they’ll want to do it to us if they catch us around here.”
“You missed your cue,” grinned Jim. “You should have said that we are doing all the hanging around here!”
“Oof! Bad pun,” snorted Terry. “But what are we going to do now?”
“Golly, I don’t know,” admitted Jim. “There is no question that Don is in the house, and that we have got to get in and rescue him. But how the devil are we to do it?”
“Don’t know how many of my ancestors were burglars!” said Terry, grimly. “But let’s see how we stand in regard to windows.”
He reached up and pushed on the frame of the window but found that it was locked. He tried another with the same result.
“Careless people!” he grunted. “Leave their windows locked every night!”
“Perhaps we can find one open on the other side of the house,” suggested Jim. “Suppose we take a look.”
They passed around the back of the house, but just as Jim turned the corner of the kitchen pantry he stopped and crouched down, pulling his companion with him.
“What’s up?” Terry whispered.