It was ten o’clock before the girls finally came down, and it was still later before the boys appeared. Mrs. Gilligan and Billie had had breakfast together, and Billie had confided to the older woman her suspicions in regard to the ghostly player of the old piano.

“But we won’t tell the boys and girls,” Billie had said, with a delightful sense of conspiracy. “We’ll wait and see if it works.”

As the young people came in, looking famished, Mrs. Gilligan rose and put some cold muffins in the oven to heat.

“You won’t get very much to eat,” she warned them. “Billie and I had our breakfast at a respectable hour, and now you’ve got to take what’s left.”

“I don’t care what you give us, as long as it’s food,” said Ferd, looking about him anxiously. “I’m just about starved to death.”

“It seems to me I’ve heard that remark somewhere before,” said Billie, laughing at him. “Hurry up and eat, you folks,” she added, as she set a dish of fried hominy before them. “We girls haven’t really made a thorough examination of the attic yet, and I’m just dying to poke into all the corners.”

“Yes, I always did like attics,” said Laura, adding, as she swallowed a delicious morsel: “But, I like fried hominy more!”

“Won’t you come too?” Violet asked the boys, as, their breakfast over, the girls started up to the attic. “We’d love to have you and you might find it interesting.”

“No, thanks,” said Teddy decidedly. “I can think of lots better things to do than go roaming about a hot old attic when the thermometer is ninety-six in the shade. I’m going for a walk in the woods. How about it, fellows?”

“Yes, and see if we can come across those old fellows with the beards that told us the corn-fish story,” chuckled Chet. “You know,” he added, “I have wondered several times since then what the old fellows were up to. Somehow, I’m mighty sure they didn’t tell the truth.”

“I tell you what!” cried Ferd eagerly. “Let’s push on in the direction we were going the other day and see what’s being pulled off in there.”

“Yes, and get shot most likely,” sniffed Laura. “I don’t think much of that idea.”

“Well, we didn’t ask you to come, did we?” Ferd asked.

“No, and I don’t think it was very nice of you, after we invited you to our party,” Violet put in, trying to look aggrieved.

“Oh, please won’t you come with us?” asked Ferd, bowing elaborately before her.

Laura gave him a little push which precipitated him in a rather abrupt manner into a chair and completely spoiled his gallantry.

“I’ll get even with you,” he threatened good-naturedly, during the laugh that followed at his expense. “But say, fellows, you haven’t answered my question. Are you game?”

“Sure we’re game,” they answered, and Chet added, as he picked up a stick he had found in the woods several days before and had modeled into an excellent club: “If they start any funny business they’ll find me ready for them.”

“Oh, boys, do be careful!” Billie begged, really afraid that their love of adventure would get them into trouble. “I didn’t like the looks of those men. And they had clubs.”

“Maybe-” said Violet in an awed voice. “Maybe they’re-what do you call them-the fellows that make whiskey-”

“Moonshiners?” Teddy helped her out, and the boys shouted with laughter.

“All the more reason why we should find them out,” said Ferd, as they started from the room. “It’s our duty,” he turned in the doorway to make them a bow, “to turn them over to justice.”

“It must be a disease,” laughed Billie, as the girls ascended the old staircase together.

“Well, I hope they live through it,” added Laura, with a chuckle.

“I found a funny old closet yesterday,” said Billie, as they came out into the musty attic. “I was just going to open it and see what was inside when you girls called me for something. Here it is,” indicating a small door, the top of which was only on a level with their shoulders.

“I never saw so many queer things in one place in my life,” said Laura, peering down as Billie opened the door. “I didn’t know they grew that way.”

“We’ll have to stoop down to get in here,” said Billie, poking her head into the stuffy dark hole disclosed. “And look, girls!” she exclaimed excitedly, as her eyes became accustomed to the gloom. “The closet runs away back an awfully long way, and there seems to be something bulky at the other end of it.”

“Well, let’s go in,” said Laura, giving Billie an impatient little push. “We can’t find anything by standing here. Billie, what’s the matter?” for Billie had started back so suddenly that she had almost thrown Laura off her balance.

“It’s another of those horrid old bats,” she gasped, bending down as an indistinct little shape fluttered past her. “I shouldn’t think they could live in the closet without air or anything to eat.”

“It probably flew in when you opened the door the other day,” Violet suggested.

Once more Billie bent down and felt her way into the narrow closet.

“Don’t try to stand up, girls,” she cautioned. “You’re apt to get an awful bump on the head.”

“I’ve already had one,” said Violet, rubbing the bumped spot tenderly. “Goodness, it smells musty in here.”

“Girls, it’s a trunk!” cried Billie, leaning down to examine the bulky object she had seen at the other end. “A pretty big one, too, and oh,” as she attempted to lift one end, “awfully heavy.”

“A trunk,” Laura repeated excitedly. “That sounds interesting. Can’t you pull it out, Billie?”

“I’ll try,” replied Billie, adding with a chuckle: “But I shouldn’t wonder if you girls would have to help by pulling me. My, but it’s heavy!”

However, after much hauling and pulling, Billie finally succeeded in backing out of the closet, pulling the trunk after her. Then standing up and brushing the hair out of her eyes, she regarded it gleefully.

“Everything in the house is mine,” she reminded them, as she stooped down again to examine the lock, “so I have a perfect right to look in anything I find.”

“Well, nobody’s arguing about that,” said Laura, sitting down on the floor, regardless of a fine coating of dust, and helping Billie in her examination.

“Hasn’t it any key?” asked Violet eagerly.

“Of course not, silly,” Laura answered. “What would be the use of a locked trunk if you kept the key around where everybody could see it?”

“Well, I didn’t even know it was locked,” Violet said, rather heatedly for her.

Billie jumped to her feet and gave the trunk a sudden jerk.

“Girls!” she cried, “did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” they chorused eagerly.

“But, didn’t you hear it rattle when we pulled it out of the closet? I thought so then. Now I’m sure. Oh, girls!”

“What is the matter, Billie?”

“I jerked the trunk,” explained Billie, while the color tinged her face, “and it jingled! Yes it did, it actually jingled!”

“Billie!” cried Laura looking wide-eyed and awed, “do you mean it sounded like money?”

For answer Billie reached down and gave the trunk another jerk. Sure enough, there was the unmistakable jingle of metal against metal as though the trunk were filled with coins.

Their hearts beating fast, hardly able to speak with excitement, the girls stood and stared down at this new discovery.

“I-I feel like Captain Kidd!” gasped Billie, her cheeks crimson now. “Like Captain Kidd when he found the treasure. Girls, do you really think it is money?”

“It certainly sounds like it,” said Violet in a voice tremulous with excitement, as she reached down and gave the trunk another jerk just for the fun of hearing its contents jingle.

“Well, let’s get it downstairs,” suggested Laura, wildly impatient to see the treasure, if treasure it were. “We certainly can’t open it ourselves without a key. Oh, if the boys were only at home!” she added with an impatient little stamp of her foot “It seems to me they’re never around when you want them.”

“Maybe we can call them back. They haven’t had time to go far,” said Billie, stirred to instant action by the thought. “Come on Laura, you take one end, Vi can steady it at the side, and we’ll at least get the trunk downstairs. That’s the way! Now then!”

After a good deal of pushing and lugging, and a spasm of fright when the trunk almost fell on Laura, they finally succeeded in getting their burden down to the second floor.

There the girls left it and started hastily down the stairs in pursuit of the boys. They had gone only half the way, however, when they were startled by a tremendous crash and explosion outside and stood still, their hearts in their mouths.

“Oh, now what has happened?” cried Violet as they rushed down the rest of the steps and started for the front door.

Half way to the door Mrs. Gilligan met them, holding a rat trap in her hand from which hung, suspended, a dead rat.

“Where did you get that?” the girls cried in chorus.

“It’s Mr. Rat, the piano player,” said Mrs. Gilligan, adding as she pushed past them and ran to the door: “Did you hear that awful noise outside, girls?”

“Did we hear it?” they cried, following her.

“Oh, Mrs. Gilligan, what do you suppose it was?” asked Violet, pressing close to her.

“Somebody is probably hurt,” answered the woman, adding as though to herself: “Terribly hurt! Hope it ain’t the boys!”