The moon shone directly in the window of the attic-chamber, so it was
light enough to distinguish objects quite plainly.
Ann tiptoed softly from one grain-chest to another. There were three
of them. Two were quite full; the third was nearly empty.
"Get in here," said Ann. "Don't make any noise."
He climbed in obediently, and Ann closed the lid. The chest was a
rickety old affair and full of cracks--there was no danger but he
would have air enough. She heard the voices out in the yard, as she
shut the lid. Back she crept softly into her own room, undressed and
got into bed. She could hear the men out in the yard quite plainly.
"We've lost him again," she heard one of them say.
Presently Phineas Adams opened a window, and shouted out, to know
what was the matter.
"Seen anything of the horse-thief?" queried a voice from the yard.
"No!" said Phineas. "I have been asleep these three hours. You just
waked me up."
"He was hiding under the meeting-house," said the voice, "must have
slipped in there this morning, when we missed him. We went down there
and watched to-night, and almost caught him.
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