Once this was gained, little or no trouble would be experienced in reaching the upper portions of the house.
Woglom inserted his hand.
He reached the button at one side and turned it.
He then reached out for the other button, and—a wild howl gave me an awful start.
Woglom had uttered it.
Following close upon its heels came a string of horrible oaths.
"What's up—what's wrong?"
"My hand is caught in some sort of a contrivance!" moaned or groaned Woglom. "Quick—the hole is big enough—try and get my hand loose."
His pal inserted his hand.
Now was my time to capture them!