darkness, came a sleepy grunt, and a startled, "Hi, what's that? Who's there?"
"Wake up, Frank, and hear the birdies sing," cried Peanut.
Frank, Lou and Mr. Rogers sat up, rubbing their eyes, as the others came into camp. Art lit the camp lantern, and by its light the story of the night's adventure was hastily told.
"Well, well!" exclaimed Mr. Rogers. "I am a bad Scout Master! To think I slept right through everything!"
"I think you are a pretty good one, to develop such Scouts as these," said Mr. Goodwin.
"Oh, rats!" exclaimed Frank, "to think I missed it all!"
"Me, too," said Lou.
"They didn't let me in on much," Rob laughed.
"Why didn't you wake the rest of us?" Lou demanded of Peanut.
"The more awake, the more noise," said Peanut. "Rob almost gummed the game. Would have if the burglars hadn't thought he was a rabbit."
"Well, boys," Mr. Goodwin put in, "you want to be going back to sleep." He looked at his watch, and added, "My, my! it's three o'clock. The sun will be up in less than two hours! Now, I want you all to come to my house to dinner to-morrow night. We've got to celebrate, and talk this ad-
