CHAPTER II.

Jot gasped with horror. The last match went out and left him standing
there in the dark. After one instant's hesitation he made a bound for
the bed. "Kent! Kent! Wake up!" he whispered shrilly. He shook the
limp figure hard.

"Thieves! Murder! Wake up, I tell you, Kent! We're robbed!"

"M-m--who's rob--Oh, say, lemme alone!" murmured poor Kent, drowsily.

Jot shook him again.

"I tell you thieves!" he hissed in his ear. "The money's gone! Do you
hear? It isn't under the pin-cushion where we left it! It's gone!
We've been robbed, Kent Eddy!"

The limp figure strengthened as if electrified and rose to a sitting
position. Kent's eyes flew open.

"What?" he cried.

"Get up quick, Kentie, and we'll wake Old Tilly up! Maybe we can catch
'em!"

"Catch who? I wish you'd talk English, Jot Eddy!"

Old Tilly was slumbering peacefully, oblivious to thieves and