A few minutes later the four chums were in a
dark loft, looking through the grating of a ventilator in the wall right
down on the dancing floor.
"My, but they're having a good time!" exclaimed Ned in a whisper. "It
seems a pity to spoil it."
"Pity nothing!" exclaimed Bart. "What did they do to us? Besides, there's
no harm in this. There'll be a little screaming from the girls, but
that's all."
"Have you got 'em in paper bags?" asked Ned, as he began to open the box
he carried.
"Sure," replied Bart, and the others answered in the affirmative.
"When I open the grating just toss the bags out, right in the middle of
the floor," Ned went on. "Do it quick, as I want to close the ventilator
before they see where the things come from."
An instant later Ned had opened the ventilator grating, which he had
previously loosened. Then, through the air, went sailing four paper bags.
They struck almost in the middle of the ballroom floor and burst.
Then from the bags there scampered over three score mice, rushing,
running, leaping and darting amid the dancers, with frightened squeaks
and squeals.
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