"Oh, Tom, are you hurt?" she shrieked.
"Not much," he answered. "But Dick—Dick, where are you?"
"Here, in the conservatory. Crabtree just jumped through the glass!"
Dora ran into the little apartment, which Mrs. Stanhope had just begun to fill with flowers for the coming winter. Tom came behind her, carrying a poker he had picked up.
"Is he out of sight?" asked Tom.
"Yes, confound the luck," replied his brother. "Which way did he go?"
"I don't know."
"We ought to follow him."
"We will." Dick turned to Dora. "After we are gone you had better lock up better than ever, and remain on guard until morning."
"I will, Dick," she answered.