After a short interval Bert came down.
"Well?" said Silas eagerly. "Did you see the burglar?"
"Yes."
"Where is he?"
"In my room."
"What is he doin' there?"
"He is lying on the bed."
"Well, if I ever saw such impudence!" ejaculated Mrs. Wilson.
"Has he got a gun with him? Did he offer to shoot you?"
"No," answered Bert gravely. "The poor fellow is sick."