"The door was locked. He must have gone through the window. There wasn't any rope in the room, was there?"
"No."
"And if he jumped out he would certainly have broken his neck, or his limbs."
"He wouldn't have dared to jump. He's no braver than a mouse."
"It's the most mysterious thing I ever heard of," said Mr. Sprague, wrinkling his brows.
"What are you going to do about it, dad?"
"I don't know. I'm flabbergasted."
"I'll tell you what to do when you get him back," suggested Oscar. "Give him a sound thrashing. It will do him good."
"You can depend upon that. I think it may be well after breakfast for you to go round and inquire if he has been seen in the village."
"What shall I say about his running away?"