“He came down the belfry stairs! I remember now there was something the matter with the bell-rope this morning. He must have gone up with John Chase to fix it.”
“Her father!” groaned Nathan. “Billy—this is the end!”
“Not on your tintype it ain’t! It’s only the beginning!” I retorted.
“Billy—what are we going to do?”
So Guy Fawkes must have queried his lieutenants when the well-known Gunpowder Plot went slightly awry.
“I dunno, Nathan. It’s a cinch we can’t go home! We can’t ever go home again!”
“That’s right,” agreed Nathan. “Maybe Mr. Gridley is at my house right this minute, tellin’ it all to dad!”
“It looks, Nathan, as if we’d have to leave this place for good and all. Have you got any money?”
“Twenty cents,” said my friend, totaling his pockets.
“I’ve got a dollar-seventy in my bank at home, if I could sneak in and get it out.”