"I guess those fellows who ran away thought we couldn't get through that window," said Songbird.
"If it had been an inch smaller I should have been stuck," answered Fred.
They looked all around the old building, but nobody was in sight. The front door stood wide open, and they rightly surmised that the others had taken their departure that way.
"The question is, Which way did they go?" came from Dick.
"Do you think they went on foot?" asked Sam. "They might have a carriage."
"Or a boat," added Larry. "Oh, I hope we can catch them, just to make 'em pay for these hurt fingers of mine!" And he shut his teeth hard, for the wounds pained him not a little.
"Larry, I trust you don't think it was my fault," observed Sam.
"Not a bit of it, Sam. It was simply an accident, that's all. I am glad those on the stairs didn't hurt themselves."
"Well, my knee doesn't feel any too good," came from Tom. "I guess I scratched it quite some."
"Shall we try to find those fellows first or go upstairs and look around?" asked Songbird.