“What is it?” called Cora, from where she and her chums stood waiting. “Did you catch them?”
“Haven’t yet,” answered Walter, playing the light about the room. “But the furniture is all upset, just as it was the other day, only more so. Come on up, girls. I guess there’s no danger. The boys have probably skipped out, though we may get them yet. Jack, you go around to the side door. Paul, you cover the back. I’ll take a run through the bungalow and stir them up.”
Pausing to light a lamp in the living room, Walter ran up the stairs to the apartments of the girls, while Jack and Paul formed a guard outside the bungalow. The girls still remained a little distance away, awaiting developments.
But there were none—at least inside the bungalow. Walter came down stairs to report that no one was up there.
“But are things upset in our rooms?” asked Bess.
“And is anything taken?” Hazel questioned.
“I didn’t stop to look,” confessed Walter. “I was just trying to drive out intruders.”
“None came out the door I was watching,” declared Jack.
“Nor where I was,” said Paul.
“How in the world did they get away so quickly?” asked Walter.