For a moment there was silence, broken only by the noise of the rodents.
Then every girl in the room, and there were forty of them, uttered a
frightened scream and rushed for a place of safety.
"A mouse! A mouse! Oh, save me!" was the universal cry, and the music
came to a stop in a crash of discord as the dance was most effectually
broken up.
CHAPTER VIII
FRANK IS WARNED
All over the room ran the mice, and all about darted the frightened
girls. The boys were, at first, too surprised to know what to do, but, at
a rallying cry from someone, they started after the mice. However, they
had no weapons to kill the rodents with, and had to be content with
taking kicks at them as they darted past, seeking means of escape.
"Couldn't have worked better!" exclaimed Bart, as he and his chums
watched the scene from where they were hidden.
"I hope none of the girls faint," said Fenn.
"Oh, Stumpy's getting worried about Jennie, I s'pose," remarked Ned.
"No danger of any of 'em fainting," said Bart. "They're too much afraid a
mouse would bite 'em."
So it seemed, for the girls contented themselves with screaming and
getting up on whatever offered in the way of chairs or benches.
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