"Sure there ain't anybody 'round?" asked the other, hesitating.
"Of course there ain't," responded Monkey confidently. "Aw, come on! What yer 'fraid of? Nobody knows anything about it but you and I, and we ain't a-shoutin' it."
"I thought I heard a noise," demurred the other.
"Oh, bother!" returned Monkey impatiently. "You're always hearing something."
"How are we going to get in?"
"Don't worry about that," answered Monkey, "I fixed the window all right to-day."
While talking Monkey had opened the window and started to crawl into the house. "If you're afraid to come in," he said scornfully to the other, "stay outside and keep watch. It won't take me more than a minute to crack this shell."
At this instant Rand, with a shrill, clear whistle, sprang out from his hiding place and in a moment all was confusion.
"Shure, the fat's in the fire now," chuckled Gerald to himself.
As the whistle sounded Monkey sprang back through the window, landing in a heap almost at Rand's feet, but was up and off before Rand could get a hold on him, and sped after his companion, who had started off at the first alarm, in a race down the landing to their boat.