the extreme. The Norwegian carried a tin can containing some sort of liquid which he was ordered to pour about the floor i
t a grin. But his lips were pale, and his forced jollity was a dismal
d alive," he faltered;
as this with it," was the
an
t, dad. They'l
if
have to take t
Cassell handed his son some matches. The latter took one, be
he was holding it to the pile of litter which had been
e of odds and ends saturated to double inflammability by the keros
at the door and a
oy, let
assell under his breath.
k!" exclaimed his father, tre
tch to this," exclaime
h to the pile and t
he three fire-bugs ran for the window
y awoke just as the last of the three midnight intruders vanished through the window. Hi
voice that had alarmed t
sy! Are y
gy!" gasp
nt, and simultaneously there came t
cer of the law.
le of litter. Now he did so with a quick cry of horror. The stuff w
is on fire!
rotten fastenings as a man attired in a police officer's uniform burst into the place. Beh
enough!" cried t
t, what's
own from the loft where he had been sleeping. The upr
y, readily understanding, secured the flame-killing
e them, though if it had not been for the as yet unexplained arrival of Peggy and Jess it is dou
er," she exclaimed, "and I woke up Jess an
gazing at the smoking, blackened pile that had thr
manly intuition,
ysterical sob and threw her
," he said, gently disengaging himsel
e sentence. There wa
bin a pile of cinders in an hou
n to give an hyst
rned t
ing with kerosene. It was a plot to dest
-I
his throat. How was he to confess that he had fai
el
. It was not like Jimsy to he
came out
forgive me, any of
p! Oh,
roach in Jess's voice. B
Jimsy?" she
give you my wor
held a world o
ession over with, "that book of Grotz's on monoplane navigation. I felt sleepy and
"shure I was after laughing at them at first, but then, begorr
ot a word of reproach for his chum, although J
burned you alive!" cried
Roy; "it was a diabolical plot. Who
down here," said Officer McCarthy. "I'm afte
e group but the policeman had hi