“Can’t be Plunk and Tallow has deserted us,” says I.
“N-n-never,” says Mark—and just then we heard an awful kicking and pounding on the front door, and jangling of the bell in the kitchen, and the fellers’ voices hollering, “Fire! Fire! Fire!” as tight as they could.
“Good kids,” says Mark. “Git ready, Binney.” Ready was somethin’ I’d been for several hours.
CHAPTER XXI
We heard Jethro and the Man With the Black Gloves dash up-stairs, and they hadn’t hit the top step before Mark and I began clearing away the door so we could get out. It didn’t take us long, you bet, and it didn’t take us long to open the outside door and get out into the yard.
“A-arbor,” says Mark, and we made for that as tight as we could go. Plunk and Tallow had quit hollerin’ fire, and in a minute along they plunged and came right in on top of us.
“Where’s Rock?” says Mark. “See him?”
“No.”
“We’re s-safe,” says he. “Let’s see if we can’t rescue the young Duke. I guess he’s goin’ to need rescuin’ perty quick.”
“There’s a light in his room,” says I.