It was not till eleven, however, that Dick felt it safe to leave the house.

He dressed himself expeditiously and in silence, occasionally listening to see if he could detect any sound in the room above, where his parents slept.

Finally he raised the window softly, and jumped out.
He crept out to the road, and swiftly bent his steps toward Mr.Frost's house.
As this was not more than a third of a mile distant, a very few minutes sufficed to bring him to his destination.

Dick's feelings were not the most comfortable.

Though he repeatedly assured himself that it was only fun he was engaged in, he felt very much like a burglar about to enter a house.
Arrived before the farmhouse, he looked cautiously up to the windows, but could see no light burning.
"The coast is clear," he thought.