what I'm beginning to think," declared Frank, "Let's go back and get those tools."
"Not on your life," objected Jerry decisively. "This is a little too much. First of all we hear those shrieks, and then the house almost comes down around our ears, and now we find that the tools have been stolen by somebody we didn't see. We're safer away from there."
Biff Hooper nodded agreement.
"That's what I think. There's something queer about that house. We'll get into trouble if we go butting in any more."
"But we want our tools!”
"Good night!" Chet exclaimed. "Perhaps mine are gone too." He ran out of the shed over to the road and hastily examined the tool box on his machine. Then he straightened up with an audible sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness, they're here! Guess whoever took the others figured he had enough."
"I'm going back!" declared Frank.
"If you do, you'll have to excuse me," Chet said. "You're welcome to use my tools to fix up your machine, but I won't go back with you."
"Me neither," chimed in Jerry and Biff simultaneously.
Frank and Joe were silent. They wanted to go back to the Polucca place and investigate
