These were not such noises as scurrying rats would make, so the boys were quick to conclude that human beings were moving inside.
But what could possibly be going on?
The noises that the Grammar School boys heard were hard to classify.
At last Dick and Dave met before the door of the little cottage.
Nor were they much surprised at finding that the door of the cottage stood perhaps a half an inch ajar.
This, however, did not furnish light enough to give a glimpse of what was happening inside.
"Two or three of us may as well slip inside, eh ?" whispered Dave to Dick.
"Wait! Listen!" counseled Prescott.

"We don't want to please that crowd by stepping right into a trap.

And I've an idea that by this time they must know that we're around here." "If they knew, they'd be out here making faces at us," retorted Darrin wisely.
"And ordering us to get off the earth," supplemented Greg, in a whisper.
"Listen," whispered Dick.

"Perhaps we can guess what they're doing." "I can guess what they're doing," murmured Reade, who had now moved around to the front with his chums.

"I've been watching the smoke of that fire come up through the chimney.