Taking hold of the rope, after shedding his overcoat, Prescott ascended, hand over hand.
"This is where Fitsey stayed daytimes," Dick called down.

"And it's not a bad place, either.

Here are two fur robes." Dick tumbled them down below, followed by four pairs of warm blankets.
"It's all stolen stuff, I'll wager," Tom called.
"Likely enough," agreed Dick.
"See if you can find a lot of gold and gems up there," proposed Greg Holmes.
"Nothing in that line.

But stand below, two of you, and catch." Dick began to toss down canned goods, sealed paper cartons of crackers, canned fruits and the like.
"And to think that Fitsey took some of our poor food, when he had a grocery store like that up aloft!" complained Harry Hazelton.
"Well, he didn't want us to suspect what he had hidden away around the premises," Dick answered.
"Anything more up there ?" called Dave.
"Nothing but one Grammar School boy," Dick announced, showing himself at the edge of the simple loft.

"I'm coming down.