"Did you leave your velocipede in the street, Sam? Aren't you afraid some one will steal it?"
I laughed.
"Oh, I guess not. I left it right beside your bicycle, an' there wouldn't any one dare to touch it,—would they, Miss Carew?"
The lady agreed that it would require great boldness, but still, she thought, it might be well for me to go and see if it were safe.
To allay her uneasiness I went back as far as the house, and looked through the hall. Both the machines were there, in perfect safety. I returned to the summer-house, and reported the fact, pleased at being able to tell my friends that they need not worry.
As I was climbing to my seat again, Mr. Dennett had another suggestion.
"Look here, Sam, we saw a squirrel in Mr. Moulton's trees when we came out here. Don't you want to go and see if you can find him?"
A squirrel is always worth seeing. I asked one or two questions concerning his whereabouts, and then departed, promising to return as soon as I found him. Mr. Moulton's trees were many, and after I had gone through the hole in the hedge, I instituted a careful inspection of each tree.
Mr. Moulton came down the drive, and when I told him what I was looking for, he joined in the hunt. I can truthfully say that we examined each branch with care.