It was a Rutland Herald and bore the date of two days before.

As I read I realized what I had done.

If these daring robbers were not at this very moment in the house, they had been there, and that within two or three days.

The broken panes of glass in the garret above were now explained.

I was not the first one who had climbed that creaking pine tree this fall.
Something like a sensible dread of a very possible danger now seized hold of me.