“They’ve run away!” announced Mrs. Tucker. “My spoons are safe.”
“But my nose isn’t,” groaned Mr. Tucker.
“You won’t die this time,” said Mrs. Tucker, not very sympathetically. “Soak your nose in the wash-basin, and you’ll be all right in the morning.”
The two boys were destined to have another adventure that night.
CHAPTER XVI.
A NIGHT ADVENTURE.
“I didn’t mean to hit him,” said Frank, as he and Philip hurried away from the poorhouse, “I only intended to give him a fright.”
“I think you have. I wonder whether he recognized us!”
“I don’t believe it. He had hardly got his head out of the window before I let drive.”
“Then he won’t imagine I have escaped.”
“What are your plans, Phil? Suppose they try to take you back to the poorhouse?”