"Just what it is, now," the other agreed.

"And it was forgotten in our shop, was it?" demanded Andy.

"I made out that whoever entered used this first, and then lighted our
lamp to look around with, putting out the torch, and laying it down.
When they skipped out, why, they just forgot all about it, also these."

Again did Frank make a dive into his pocket, and dangled something
before the astonished eyes of his cousin.

"Great Caesar! what d'ye call those things?" gasped Andy, staring as
though hardly able to believe his eyes.

"Well, as near as I can make out, they're a couple of half masks made
out of black muslin, and just like a domino worn at a masquerade ball."
Frank remarked, with positive conviction in his voice and manner.

"Masks?" echoed the other; "and the fellows who broke open our shop wore
them, did they? Well, the crowd that came out here seemed to be
satisfied to tie handkerchiefs across their faces, and pull their hats
down."

"I don't know that they wore them," Frank went on, "but they had the
things along and laid them down with the lantern, forgetting the whole
lot when they cleared out. Perhaps your dog got to barking and
frightened them off before they found a chance to do much damage."

"A regular bullseye electric torch, and black masks like cracksmen
use--say, tell me, Frank, what's coming over our quiet country up here