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 on Peanut's shoulder, and they dropped down together on the ground. The two men were sneaking from behind this house toward the next one. Art had seen their figures, as they passed a dimly lighted window of the second house. A second later, and the boys heard a faint, curious sound.

"I know it!" Peanut whispered. "It's a glass cutter. Heard it at the painter's shop."

They waited breathlessly, and heard a window catch sprung, and a window opened.

"They're climbing in!" said Art. "Quick, now, to rouse the house!"

He sprang up, Peanut after him, and emitted a Comanche yell, and then began shouting at the top of his lungs, "Robbers! Robbers!"

"Robbers! Robbers!" yelled Peanut.

The two of them sprang up the steps of the house and began to pound the door with their fists, crying, "Robbers, robbers!" all the while, as loud as they could.

The response was startlingly sudden, and came from all directions at once. The first thing was a switching on of lights in the house itself, in the upper rooms. Then the hall light came on. A second later, the boys saw the two burglars come rushing around the corner to the path, and make hot footed by the nearest way, which was the path, for the road and their auto. Art, so excited he hardly knew what he was doing, jumped off the veranda and started