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124 the depths of the receptacle, Ben brought forth more cake and candy, and a jar of raspberry jelly, with a couple of spoons and a table knife.

"We'll have enough and to spare, that's certain," was Dave's comment. "Now, if only——"

Hurried footsteps through the hallway interrupted him and then the handle of the door was tried.

"Who's there?"

"It is I, Roger," was the answer. "Open the door, quick!"

The door was unlocked and opened, and in came Roger and Phil, carrying the case of bottles and some other things between them. As soon as they had entered, they shut the door behind them.

"That sneak of a Chip Macklin was watching us," cried the senator's son. "My, but I'd like to run him out of town!"

"Do you suppose he found out what you were up to?" asked Dave, in equal alarm.

"I don't know—I hope not."

"If he found out, the jig is up," groaned Phil. "He'll blab, as sure as eggs are unhatched chicks."

"Where is he now?"

"Oh, we gave him the slip. He thought we were coming up one stairway, and we went the long way around."