“I’m a good deal mussed up,” said Frank.
“We won’t go into that yard again in a hurry,” said Bob.
Frank was smoothing down his coat. He happened to feel in his pockets to see if everything was safe.
“Hello!” he cried, suddenly.
“What’s the matter?” asked Bob.
“The key.”
“What about it?”
“It’s gone! You saw me put it in my pocket on our way here.”
“Yes.”