out, but you are going to sleep for a little while." He took a
little pill from his pocket and forced it far back in Porky's
mouth. "We will sit outside and watch you a while," said the
spy. He laid the boy down on the floor of the house, propped the
door in place, and all was silent. In the house, Porky, lying
flat on his back, was trying frantically to work the pill out
between his lips before it dissolved. He rolled it forward in
his cheek, and turned on his face and blew hard.

The pill rolled out on the floor. Porky went limp. Sweat poured
down his face as he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.
There was absolute silence outside but Porky fancied he could
hear the breathing of the watchers. It seemed hours and hours
before he heard the door move, and knew the flashlight was
directed on him. Then he heard a grunt of satisfaction and soft
footsteps padding over the close grass told him that at last the
two villains were gone.

Porky did not dare to stir, however, and lay thinking out his
next move. He felt that for a little while he was safe. His one
concern was for his brother, who had been watching over the
greenhouses on the other side of the race-track. It occurred to
him that Beany would be waiting for him there. He decided that
for a while at least he would not report the affair to Colonel
Bright. He wanted to find his brother. But he did not dare
leave the toy house, so he lay listening to every sound and
working in the dark with the most extraordinary knot that
Ledermann had tied in the cord cutting into his ankles.

Beany, who had walked rapidly over to the place allocated for