"And if you could read backwards now, you might make out what they said;
is that it, Frank?"
"Oh! that part is as easy as falling off a log. I held it up to the
looking glass here. See if you can make it out, Andy."
Hardly had the other looked than he started to read, interjecting
remarks of his own as he proceeded.
"Some words missing, looks like, Frank; let's see; 'Car on
siding----'rive at 11 P.M. Wed. He says keep low, and trust to
him--throw--track. Mum.' That's all I can make out, because he didn't
sign any name, it seems. Whatever do you make of all that stuff, Frank?"
First of all Frank pulled out a pencil and copied the marks upon a piece
of paper, which he thrust into his pocket.
"He might miss the blotter if I cribbed it, and take the alarm," he
explained, as he hastened to put the article in question back on the
table, lest Sallie come in at any minute and discover what they were
doing, taking liberties in the room of the boarder; and then she would
have to be told everything, which might work out badly, Frank feared.
"But I reckon you've got some sort of idea what that writing means,
Frank?" pursued the other Bird boy, who, once he started on a subject
could no more be shaken off than a bulldog.
"Of course I have, and it's given me something of a shock, too, let me
tell you, Andy.
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