warningly, and Sam had just time enough to leap away when the corner post of the piazza fell, allowing the roof above to sag several inches.
"Looks to me as if the whole building was on the verge of collapse," was Songbird's comment.
"Yes, and I don't know whether I want to go in or not," added Larry.
"It certainly does look shaky," admitted Dick. "I don't think anybody would risk staying in it long."
Leaving the front, they walked around the old house and gazed through several of the broken-out windows. Inside all was dirt and cobwebs, with a few pieces of broken-down furniture scattered about. As he looked in one window Tom saw a big rat scurry across the floor.
"I guess rats are the only tenants," he said dryly. "And they don't pay rent."
"With a few birds on the top floor, front," added Sam. "Well, do we go in or not?"
"I am going in," declared Dick, and pushed open the old kitchen door. It was damp and mouldy in the apartment, for the rain had soaked loose much of the plaster and caused it to fall.
The big open fireplace looked grimy and forbidding with its iron bars and chains. An iron kettle stood on the chimney-piece, a crack across the bottom.
"Somebody has had a fire here not so very long
