"Dick, I don't know——"
"Mortimer!" exclaimed a voice in the hall, "I can't sleep with the howling of that pesky bulldog. I shall have to ask you to have him taken farther off."
"Great Peter!" gasped Dick. "Uncle Ezra!"
CHAPTER X MR. WARDELL'S CONFESSION
The tableau which presented itself to the view of Mr. Larabee showed Mr. Hamilton gazing at Dick, and our hero, with a strange expression on his face, looking at his father. He was wondering just how much his uncle had overheard.
"Can't sleep; eh?" repeated Mr. Hamilton, after a pause.
"No, that dog of Nephew Richard's makes such a noise. Can't he be sent farther off?"
"I—I'll have Grit taken away, Uncle Ezra," promised Dick, quickly. "I'll attend to it right away. I'm sorry he annoyed you."