Dick Denton had not been gone long when there came a double rap upon the door.
The whole gang were on their feet instantly.
“Go to the door, Ben Baker,” said Skip, who seemed to be a leader among them.
“Who is there?”
“Blue!” was the answer.
“Green!” exclaimed Baker.
“Yellow!”
The rough had locked the door when he went to it, but now he drew the bolt.
“It’s Old Man Moses,” cried several, as an old Jew hobbled into the room, and they all laughed heartily.
The newcomer joined in their mirth, with a succession of sounds something like those of a bagpipe with the quinsy.