A fine mess he had made of everything! Now he would have to go all the way back home, write the note, come all the way back up to the ledge, and then go home again. David trudged down the mountainside in a very low mood. Now that he had a definite plan to work on, his fear was gone, but he felt that he had been pretty stupid to rush off without thinking of everything first. In his mind he could hear the Phoenix saying, "Look before you leap, my boy," and other wise words of advice. And he had cried, too. Lucky that no one had been there to see _that_. * * * * * As he approached the house he was surprised to see all the lights ablaze and to hear his name being called. "Oh-oh," he thought, "they've found out I've gone." "Here I am!" he shouted, opening the door. "What's the matter?" It was a strange sight which met him inside. Dad, in his gray pajamas, was waving a revolver and making fierce noises. Mother, looking frightened, had a shoe in one hand. Aunt Amy, with her hair in rags, was also well-armed--with a big cast-iron frying pan. Beckie was howling upstairs. "David!" Mother cried. "Are you all right? Where have you been? Did he hurt you?" "Who?" said David. "I'm all right. What's the matter?" "The burglar!" said Mother excitedly. "He put his head in the window and said '_pssssst!_'" "I tell you, burglars don't say _pssssst_!" Dad said. "They try to make as little noise as possible. Just let me catch him doing it again!" he added, waving his pistol. "Running around on that mountain at all hours of the night," Aunt Amy grumbled, "with burglars and I don't know what-all loose in town!" "And then we found that you were gone, and we thought he had stolen you," Mother went on. "Where have you been?" "I couldn't sleep," said David. "So I went for a walk." "Well, thank heavens you're safe," said Mother. "Hankering after that mountain all night," Aunt Amy muttered. "As if he wasn't up there all day." "Look here, Son," said Dad. "What do you know about this?" "Honestly, Dad," said David, "I couldn't sleep. There's nothing wrong with that. I can't help it if I can't sleep. So I took a walk. There's nothing wrong with--" "Oh, all right, all right," his father said. "I suppose it's just a coincidence. Let's all get back to sleep. And, David, the next time you can't sleep, try counting sheep." Gradually the house calmed down. Beckie stopped wailing, Dad put away his gun, good nights were said, the lights were turned off. David knew that it would be at least an hour before he dared to move again, and he would have to be doubly careful this time. And he was a little nervous himself now about that burglar. What if he should meet him when he went out again? He tried to forget about that by thinking of what he would put in the note for the Phoenix.