The other place is bad--too common." "All right.

It's nearly dark enough to start." Injun Joe got up and went about from window to window cautiously peeping out.

Presently he said: "Who could have brought those tools here?
Do you reckon they can be up-stairs ?" The boys' breath forsook them.

Injun Joe put his hand on his knife, halted a moment, undecided, and then turned toward the stairway.

The boys thought of the closet, but their strength was gone.