"Come off this other way, and let's go down the side street," proposed Dick.
"Yes; if we're to find signs of life anywhere, it will have to be on the smaller side streets," observed Greg Holmes.
Music wafted to them from the hall.
"There's life going on up there," remarked Dave. "We left it behind us."
"It isn't life," laughed Dick, "when some other fellow is dancing with your girl."
Along the side street the first corner was at the beginning of a broad back alley that ran parallel with Main Street.
Along this alleyway they turned.
"By looking up at the windows," suggested Prescott, "we may get some glimpses of the dance that are not so apparent when you're up in the hall."
True, as they passed by the rear of the dance hall they caught some glimpses of moving couples going by the windows, but that was all.
"And I want to remark," grunted Tom Reade, "that it's cold outdoors tonight."