A new and terrible light seemed to play upon the day's exploits; they had chased a horse belonging to strangers, and it would be said that they deliberately drove him into the stable and there concealed him.

They had, in truth, virtually stolen him, and they had stolen food for him.

The waning light through the small window above them warned Penrod that his inroads upon the vegetables in his own cellar must soon be discovered.

Della, that Nemesis, would seek them in order to prepare them for dinner, and she would find them not.

But she would recall his excursion to the cellar, for she had seen him when he came up; and also the truth would be known concerning the loaf of bread.