I started to tell you fellows about it,
and then I heard one of you shout and I didn't think of the thing
again till this blessed minute."
"Well, that certainly was hard luck!" exclaimed Frank bitterly.
"Ten to one that's the clue to the mystery. My hunch wasn't a
false alarm after all. I've a good mind to go back right now and
finish the job."
"Not on your life you won't!" said Bart decidedly. "Not if Billy
and I have to hold you back by main force. Why, boy, you're crazy.
Those rats have tasted blood, and they're full of fight. And then,
too, we haven't any clubs to beat them off. It would be sheer
suicide to go in there again to-night."
"Bart is right," acquiesced Billy. "Some other night perhaps when
we're in shape for it, but not now. Come along, old man, and use
your common sense."
Frank knew in his heart that his friends were right, but it galled
him horribly to defer the adventure.
"Well," he agreed reluctantly, "we'll call it a night's work and
let it go at that. But I'm only giving it on the promise that
we'll try it again. We've never let anything in Hunland get away
with us yet, and it's too late to start it now.
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