The neighbors' houses were all lighted up， and a good many people were hanging out of their windows and opening their doors， and calling to each other to know what all this noise meant.
When the policeman appeared with Jim and me at his heels， quite a crowd gathered around him to hear his part of the story. Jim and I dropped on the ground panting as hard as we could， and with little streams of water running from our tongues. We were both pretty well used up. Jim' s back was bleeding in several places from the stones that Jenkins had thrown at him， and I was a mass of bruises.
Presently we were discovered， and then what a fuss was made over us. "Brave dogs！ Noble dogs！" everybody said， and patted and praised us. We were very proud and happy， and stood up and wagged our tails， at least Jim did， and I wagged what I could. Then they found what a state we were in. Mrs.Morris cried， and catching me up in her arms， ran in the house with me， and Jack followed with old Jim.
We all went into the parlor. There was a good fire there， and Miss Laura and Miss Bessie were sitting over it. They sprang up when they saw us， and right there in the parlor washed our wounds， and made us lie down by the fire.
"You saved our silver， brave Joe，" said Miss Bessie， "just wait till my papa and mamma come home， and see what they will say. Well， Jack， what is the latest？" as the Morris boys came trooping into the room.
"The policeman has been questioning your nurse， and examining the dining-room， and has gone down to the station to make his report， and do you know what he has found out？" said Jack， excitedly.
"No，what？" asked Miss Bessie.
"Why that villain was going to burn your house."
Miss Bessie gave a little shriek. "Why， what do you mean？"
"Well，" said Jack， "they think by what they discovered， that he planned to pack his bag with silver， and carry it off； but just before he did so he would pour oil around the room， and set fire to it， so people would not find out that he had been robbing you."