When they go out we can pipe 'em off." "Come on!" they exclaimed, accepting this plan with glee.
Wrinkles opened the door and seemed about to glide away, when he suddenly turned and shook his head.

"It's dead wrong," he said, ashamed.
"Oh, go on!" eagerly whispered the others.

Presently they stole pattering down the corridor, grinning, exclaiming, and cautioning each other.
At the window Pennoyer said: "Now, for heaven's sake, don't let them see you!--Be careful, Grief, you'll tumble .-- Don't lean on me that way, Wrink; think I'm a barn door?
Here they come.

Keep back.

Don't let them see you." "O-o-oh!" said Grief.