"Open the window on the side towards Gridley, Greg," called Dick. "When it's open, Dan, you give your pigeon a start."
As Dan let go the bird fluttered from the sill to the snow. Then, after a moment, little Mr. Pigeon spread his wings and soared skyward. Soon the boys had seen the last of the small traveler, still headed in the direction of home.
"Our folks will soon have the news," declared Dan proudly.
"And, oh—hang it!" gasped Dick disgustedly. "I forgot to add even a word about Mr. Fits!"
"Well, he isn't here with us, at any rate," Dave answered.
CHAPTER XIV
THE MYSTERIOUS VOICES OF THE NIGHT
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