He heard then; oh, yes, quite plainly!
Down dropped his pencil, over went the smaller box with a slam and Dick was staggering away in an effort to find his feet, his face very white and his mouth wide open for the exclamation of alarm which he was too frightened to give. There followed a brief moment of silence during which Dick stared at the three laughing, triumphant faces topping the haymow. Then the color crept back into his cheeks and he slowly closed his mouth.
“Humph!” he said at last.
“Move hand or foot,” cried Chub dramatically, “and you are a dead man!”
“We have you in our power at last!” added Harry. And—
“Little you recked,” said Roy.
Dick picked up the box and began to grin.