Here they found a window wide open to let in the fresh air and sunshine.
"Now, you must go, really you must!" they heard in a girl's voice.

"I haven't done a thing this afternoon, and what will papa say when he gets back ?" "Oh, that's all right, Minnie," was the answer in masculine tones.
"You like us to be here, you know you do.

And, remember, we haven't seen you in a long time." "Yes, I know, Mr.Flockley, but--" "Oh, don't call me Mr.Flockley.Call me Dudd." "Yes, and please don't call me Mr.Koswell," broke in another masculine voice.

"Jerry is good enough for me every time." "But you must go now, you really must!" said the girl.
"We'll go if you'll say good-by in the right kind of a way, eh, Dudd ?" said the person called Jerry Koswell.
"Yes, Minnie, but we won't go until you do that," answered the young man named Dudd Flockley.
"Wha--what do you mean ?" faltered the girl.

And now, looking through the sitting-room window and through a doorway leading to the kitchen, the Rover boys saw a pretty damsel of sixteen standing by a pantry door, facing two dudish young men of eighteen or twenty.