By an effort he
succeeded in keeping awake, feeling that if he once yielded to
drowsiness, he should probably sleep on till morning. At
half-past nine all in the house were abed. It was not till
eleven, however, that Dick felt it safe to leave the house. He
dressed himself expeditiously and in silence, occasionally
listening to see if he could detect any sound in the room above,
where his parents slept. Finally he raised the window softly, and
jumped out. He crept out to the road, and swiftly bent his steps
toward Mr. Frost's house.
As this was not more than a third of a mile distant, a very few
minutes sufficed to bring him to his destination. Dick's feelings
were not the most comfortable. Though he repeatedly assured
himself that it was only fun he was engaged in, he felt very much
like a burglar about to enter a house.
Arrived before the farmhouse, he looked cautiously up to the
windows, but could see no light burning.
"The coast is clear," he thought. "I wish it were all over, and I
were on my way home.
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