ago!" said Dick, and picked up a bit of half-burnt newspaper. He turned it over. "Here is a date. This newspaper is only four days old!"
"Then whoever made a fire here visited this house within the past four days," said Larry in a tragic whisper.
"Whoop! just listen to what a detective Larry is becoming!" cried Tom. "Regular Bowery Bob, the Newsboy Sleuth!"
"Perhaps it was only some curiosity seeker who came here," suggested Fred.
With caution, for the floors were very rotten, the cadets moved from one room of the old house to another.
"Anything in there?" asked Tom of Sam, as the latter peered into a room that was extra dark.
"I can't make out," was the answer, and Sam took a step forward. Then of a sudden there was a strange whirring, and something hit the youngest Rover boy on the ear, causing him to fall back in fright.
"Stop that!" he cried.
"What was it?" queried Tom, while the others came running to the spot.
"Something hit me on the ear!"
"Anybody in there?"
"There must be."
"Come out of that, whoever you are!" yelled Fred, while Dick pointed his shotgun at the door.
