"Hush! keep quiet!" whispered Uncle Daniel. "I'll get it this time, whatever it is!"
With matches in one hand and a candle in the other he started downstairs in the dark without making a sound, while the piano kept on playing in "chunks" as Harry said, same as it did before.
Once in the parlor Uncle Daniel struck a match and put it to the candle, and then the music ceased.
"There he is!" he called, and Flossie thought she surely would die. Slam! went the music-book at something, and Sandy almost choked with fear.
Bang! went something else, that brought Bert and Harry downstairs to help catch the burglar.
"There he is in the corner!" called Uncle Daniel to the boys, and then began such a slam banging time that the people upstairs were in terror that the burglar would kill Harry and Bert and Uncle Daniel.
"We've got him' We've got him!" declared Harry, while Bert lighted the lamp.
"Is he dead?" screamed Aunt Sarah from the stairs.
"As a door-nail!" answered Harry.
"What is it?" asked Mrs. Bobbsey, hardly able to speak.