They'll have discovered the kid has gone by this time and the alarm will be spread broadcast." "I thought, when he yelled like that last night, we were goners sure," remarked Jack, scowling at the recollection.

"It's a good thing those kids sleep as hard as they do, or we'd have been in a tight fix." "Oh, well, no good going back to that now," dissented Bill.

"How was the young cub when you left him, Hank ?" he asked abruptly.
"Oh, he'd got through crying, and was lying nice and quiet on his bunk," remarked Hank, with an amiable chuckle, as though he had just performed some praiseworthy act, instead of having left little Joe Digby locked in a deserted bungalow on an island some little distance from the one on which the conversation related above was taking place.
"Well, that's good," said Bill; "although crying, or yelling, either, won't do him much good on that island.

He could yell for a week and no one would hear him." "No; the water's too shallow for any motor boats to get up there," agreed Hank.

"I had a hard job getting through the channel in the rowboat, even at high water." "Is the house good and tight ?" was Jack's next question.
"Tight--tight as the Tombs," was Hank's answer, the simile being an apt one for him to use.