The farmer and his wife started as if the house had been shaken by an exploding bombshell. Both turned as pale as death, looked fearfully at each other, and clutched tightly at the edges of the table.
"Silas!" said Mrs. Wilson, in a hollow voice, "the burglar is upstairs!"
CHAPTER XXII.
A PANIC AT FARMER WILSON'S.
Silas Wilson was not a brave man, and at his wife's suggestion he turned pale, and looked panic-stricken.
"Do—you—think so?" he asked feebly.
"Do I think so? I know so," returned Mrs. Wilson energetically.
"How could he get up there?"