Just then there came a knock at the door.
CHAPTER XX
A RATTLING GAME
The lights went out in a second.
“Great Scott!” whispered Melvin. “It’s Beansey. I didn’t think it was anywhere near time for him to be around again.”
Again came the knock, a little more impatient and imperative this time.
“Open the door,” came a voice that they had no difficulty in recognizing as that of “Beansey” Walton.
The boys huddled together, scarcely venturing to breathe.
“Who is there?” drawled out Melvin, in a voice that he tried to make as sleepy as possible.
“It’s me, Mr. Walton,” was the response.