"Then one of you see if you can get upstairs through the laundry and let us in," said Buster. "And please don't be all night about it either, for I am getting cold."
"Don't say a word," came from Messmer. "My ears are about frozen already."
"I'll go," said Dave.
"I'll go along," returned Roger.
Both climbed down through the basement window, to find themselves in a place that was pitch-dark. Here Dave struck a match and by its faint rays led the way to an open cellar and then to a stairs running up to the kitchen.
Tiptoeing their way up the stairs, they tried the door at the top, and to their joy found it unlocked. They stepped into the kitchen, and just then the match went out, leaving them again in the dark.
"I know the way now, so there is no need to make another light," said Roger.
"Wait,—better have a light," answered Dave. "You don't want to stumble over anything and make a noise."
He found a candle and lit it, and then the chums crept silently from the kitchen, through the pantry and dining room to the side hall. They wanted to stop for something to eat from the pantry, but did not wish to keep their friends waiting out in the cold.
The two youths were just on the point of turning
