out of Nolan's way to see or listen for anything further.
When Felter came out again he closed the window carefully and ran to where Nolan was standing.
"Is it all right?" questioned the Irish boy, eagerly.
"Yes," was the laconic answer. "Come on, before some one sees us."
"Don't get scared at the last minute," returned Mike Nolan, who, now that the secret task was accomplished was inclined to put on a bold front.
"If you were so brave why didn't you go in," returned Felter, with something of a sneer. "Come on, I say." and off he started through the fence, with the Irish boy losing no time in trotting off behind.
Franklin was in a quandery, not knowing whether to follow the pair or go and report the secret midnight visit. He half expected to see a blaze start up or hear an explosion, but nothing of the sort occurred, everything remained as dark and quiet as before.
"It's queer, to say the least," he muttered to himself. "They would never come here at this hour of the night unless the trip was an important one. I wonder if Felter stole something?"
This was not unlikely, but Franklin could not think of anything in the shop worthy of so much
