They soon discovered that the bags had been thrown through the
ventilator, but, by the time a committee of investigation had gone to the
loft, the four chums were far away.
"We'll not say anything about this at school, Monday," Ned remarked
as the chums prepared to separate that night. "Let it come from the
other fellows."
"Oh, it will be town talk by to-morrow," declared Frank, as he started
off down the road toward his uncle's house.
Mr. Dent's residence was about a mile outside of Darewell. The road
leading to it was well lighted up to within half a mile of the Dent
place, and then the lamps were few and far apart. Frank hurried on,
thinking of many things besides the trick of the mice, for he had a real
trouble, and one he had not yet shared with his chums. It was bothering
him, and had been for some time. He wished he had someone he could take
into his confidence.
As he neared his uncle's house he noticed there was a light in the
sitting room. This was unusual, as his uncle and aunt were in the habit
of going to bed early. They left no light for Frank, who had a key to the
front door, and who carried matches to light the lamp always left on a
table for him.
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