Then we hurried through the kitchen, and into the pantry. The
others had left the window open. Jimmy went through it first, and
I followed. As I stepped out into the moonlight I felt someone
grab my arm. I looked up, expecting to see Mr. Daddles. But it was
not he. Instead, I looked into the face of a big man, with a long
beard. He had a pitchfork in his other hand. Two other men had Mr.
Daddles by the arms, and some others were holding Ed and Jimmy.
There seemed to be quite a big crowd of people on that veranda.





CHAPTER VI

WE ARE OFFERED LODGINGS


The man with the pitchfork bent down and squinted in at the
window, still holding me tight by the arm.

"Any more on ye comin' out?" he inquired.

"No, there aren't any more of us," said Mr. Daddles, "you've got
the whole gang now."

"Better wait a second, Eb," said one of the men who was holding
Mr. Daddles. He was a fat man, with ears that stuck out the way an
elephant's do, when he waves them. "Better wait a second,--yer
can't tell."