This called the attention of Frank, who till that moment was unsuspicious of Dick's presence.
"Dick Bumstead!" he exclaimed, as soon as he recognized the intruder.
"What brings you here at this time of night ?" "A mean errand, Frank," returned Dick, with a wholesome feeling of shame.

He had made up his mind to a confession.
"You didn't come here to--to----" Here Frank stopped short.
"No, not to steal.

I ain't quite so mean as that comes to.

I come to let out your pigs, so that in the morning you would have a long chase after them." "But what could put such a thing into your head, Dick ?" asked Frank, in great surprise.
"I thought it would be a good joke." "It wouldn't have been much of a joke to me," said Frank.
"No; and to tell the truth it wouldn't have been to me.

The fact is, and I don't mind telling it, that I should never have thought of such a thing if somebody else hadn't put it into my head." "Somebody else ?" "Yes; I'd a little rather not tell who that somebody is, for I don't believe he would like to have you know." "Why didn't he come himself ?" asked Frank.