"You have got yourselves into a tremendous scrape!" A peal of laughter, and shout of "Randall and Stoneborough for ever!" was the reply.
"August! May junior! Tom! answer me! Is he here ?" asked Norman, not solicitous to identify any one.
But gruff voices broke in upon them.

"There they are, nothing like 'em for mischief." "Come, young gentlemen," said a policeman, "be off, if you please.

We don't want to have none of you at the station to-night." A general hurry-skurry ensued.

Norman alone, strong in innocence, walked quietly away, and, as he came forth from the darkness of the alley, beheld something scouring away before him, in the direction of home.

It popped in at the front door before him, but was not in the drawing-room.
He strode upstairs, called, but was not answered, and found, under the bedclothes, a quivering mass, consisting of Tom, with all his clothes on, fully persuaded that it was the policeman who was pursuing him..