"O Guy, you should be more careful!" exclaimed Ida. "You might have hurt somebody."
"Hang it all!" muttered her brother. "Now I've lost the dart."
"There it is," said Brian—"straight over your head."
He pointed as he spoke to a little red tuft that showed the dart was firmly embedded in one of the beams which supported the roof.
"Good business!" cried Guy. "We'll soon have it down. Ida, drag over that old chest, and if Brian will stand on it with me hoisted on to his shoulders, I believe I can reach it right enough."
The experiment was tried, but the beam was still just out of reach of Guy's hand.
"I'll tell you what we can do," he said; "turn the chest up on end, and that'll make it higher."
As Guy moved the box into the required position there was an audible rustle and bump.
"Hullo, there's something inside!" he exclaimed.