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"Here she is," she cried, displaying the contents tragically. Chet fingered one or two of the broken bits. Then he looked at her curiously. "Go on, 'fess up," he commanded. "Tell yours truly all about it." This Billie did in the fewest words possible and then sat down to the bacon and eggs that Debbie had placed temptingly on the table. And cornbread! Debbie's cornbread was a masterpiece.
Then she leaned weakly against the door and listened for the noise, but it had stopped. Evidently the burglar, if burglar it was, had paused to get his bearings. Then another horrible thought struck her. Chet was sleeping in the next room, and Chet's door was unlocked!
"And now, boys, while we have been entertaining you," concluded Laura, "you have gotten behind the Duchess again." "That's right, Lance," said Chet. "Give her some more power." "Electricity is a wonderful thing," said Jess, seriously. "Just think how fast it travels." "How fast?" demanded Bobby. "Something like 250,000 miles a second, I read somewhere."
And I never did it at all." "No. It was another monkey," chuckled Lance. The others laughed, for Billy Long had gotten them into serious trouble on the occasion mentioned, and it was long enough in the past now to seem amusing. But Chet added: "It's a wonder to me that Norman Halliday had a chance to get hold of all those securities and forge people's names to them.
Observing that the urchin rose and staggered with a gleeful expression towards the door, the volatile chet made a dash at him sidewise, and gave him such a fright that he fell over the door step into the road.
It burned me like no money I ever filched did; it burned me inside and out and I slung it inter the river. I meant ter do ye a measly trick, ye folks, and I did, but I wants ye ter know partic'lar that Chet Ainsworth and that gang of his'n didn't git no information outer me. That's more'n I ever done for anybody afore.
"But that may be all explained in time," said Janet. "All right," grumbled Bobby Hargrew. "But suppose poor Chet has to lose fifty dollars?" "Father is going to take the bill to the bank to-morrow to see if they can explain the mystery," Laura said. "But that will not explain the mystery of the stranger." said Jess. "Why, he is a regular 'man of mystery, isn't he?" "Humph!" said Bobby.
The news Chet had divulged was so exciting that the girls quite forgot for the time being the wreck that Hester Grimes seemed to have made of the forthcoming performance of "The Rose Garden." Their chattering tongues mentioned Hester more than once, however, as they discussed Chet's news. Whether Purt Sweet's car had run down the man from Alaska or not, what did Hester know about it?
It went down and still down where Chet's eyes could not follow down to an utter blackness. Chet was staring speculatively at that waiting dark when the first flash came. Blindingly keen! A flash of white light! another and another! It blazed dazzlingly into their cabin in vivid dashes and dots the same signal as before was being repeated! A hundred yards away was a little shelf of rock.
Bruce couldn't have come through the wall, you know." "Something I don't know what it can be makes me agree with you," returned Chet sarcastically, but he turned to the stairs nevertheless, "Come on," he said. "If we have left a window open it is high time that that window was shut. Go ahead, Bruce, and show us where you got in that's a good old boy."
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