Standing close to one another near the door, they lifted their voices in a shout, saying:
"Mr. Foswick! Mr. Foswick! We—didn't—do—anything!"
They called this several times, but no answer came to them.
"I guess he's gone away," said Sue, after a bit.
"Yes, I guess so," agreed Bunny. "Well, we've got to get out by ourselves, then."
"How can we?" his sister wanted to know. "The door's locked, and we can't break it down. It's a big door, Bunny."
"Yes, I know it is," he answered. "But there's windows. I'll open a window and we can get out of one of them. They aren't high from the ground. We got out of a window once when Bunker Blue, by mistake, locked us in the shed on the dock, and we can get out a window now."
"Oh, I hope we can!" cried Sue. "And can we get the dog out of the window, too, Bunny?"
"The dog!" exclaimed Bunny, forgetting for the moment about the animal. "Oh, I guess we won't have to get him out. He isn't here."
"But he ran in here," insisted Sue. "We saw him come into this carpenter shop."