IN THE DEN
“It’s the dummy!” Dan exclaimed, in an awed voice.
“He’s in trouble,” agreed the trembling Billy. “Whatever will we do? There! hear him?”
“I wish we had a gun,” muttered his brother.
“What for?”
“We’re going to get into a fight in about half a minute,” Dan declared. “That is—if we stay here.”
“Let’s get out then,” said Billy. “Whatever it is——”
Again the piercing cries of the unfortunate dummy broke out.
“My goodness! I can’t stand that,” gasped Dan.
“Can we help him—do you think we can?” demanded Billy. “But let’s not get into trouble ourselves——”