"Here, take the flashlight, but don't turn it on," whispered Bill. "I want to get the bedclothes ready."
Silently and quickly he loosened the tucked-in sheets and blankets. He rolled up the sleeves of his pajama coat
"Now," he said, "let's take a look before we roll the bed away."
Clutching the dictionary in both hands, Frank slid to the floor where he crouched, shivering from excitement. Bill, on his knees, folded a handkerchief over the flashlight to dim it, then pressed the button. Slowly he turned it under the bed. The dim light rested on a tumbled shock of hair and a flushed face, pillowed uncomfortably on a cramped and doubled arm.
Snores rattled furiously from the open mouth. Sleeping the sleep of the weary, the thief lay completely at their mercy.
"Gosh!" said Bill as he looked.
"Gee-roosalem!" murmured Frank.
With a bang the big dictionary slipped from his hands and landed on the floor.
The intruder with a violent start opened his eyes and looked at them.