Scoop caught my eye.
“Remember what I told you, Jerry? I said it wouldn’t surprise me to have the enemy send another spy down here. I didn’t miss it very far.”
“We’ll have two to watch now,” I said, “instead of one.”
On entering the kitchen a few minutes later we discovered that some one, in the time of our absence, had picked the lock on the cellar door.
Scoop’s face was as white as a sheet as he dashed down the stairs.
“It’s gone,” he cried from the cellar. “The spy has been here and dug up the talking frog!” [[150]]
CHAPTER XV
THE PRISONER
We felt pretty blue and sick-like over the theft of the talking frog. For now Tom and his pa and Aunt Polly would have to go to the poorhouse. The invention that was to have put them on Easy Street had fallen into the enemy’s hands. It would earn a million dollars for the dishonest president of the Gennor Radio Corporation. But poor Mr. Ricks would get not one penny.