He did not know where to search next, so he looked up. The hotel was provided with a broad shady flat-roofed verandah. At the edge of this roof, projecting the least bit above, Bobby glimpsed a fold of blue. The pair were evidently lying at full length in the spacious water gutter. The blue could be nothing but the gingham of Celia's dress. Nevertheless Bobby walked to goal and calmly announced. "One, two, three for Gerald--on the verandah roof!" And then, after a deliberate pause, "All sorts in free!" Gerald blinded. Bobby, with determination, took Celia's hand, and breathlessly the pair sped away. The little boy's first move was to place the hotel building between himself and Gerald. "Can you climb a fence?" he asked hurriedly. "If it isn't too high." "Come on then, I know a dandy place." Bobby attacked the board fence behind the hotel. Two packing-boxes of different heights made the problem of ascent easy. But the other side was a sheer drop; and Celia was afraid. "I can't!" she cried. "It's too far!" "Just drop," advised Bobby desperately. "Hurry up! He'll be around the corner!" "I daren't!" cried poor Celia. "You go first." Promptly Bobby dangled; and dropped. "See; it's easy. Come on, I'll catch you!" Finally Celia wiggled over the edge, shut her eyes, and let go. She landed directly on Bobby, and the two went down in a heap. "Come on!" whispered Bobby. "Scoot!" Before them rose a whitewashed barn. Celia's hand in his, Bobby darted in at the open doorway, and more by instinct than by sight, found a rickety steep flight of stairs and ascended to the hay-mow. "There, isn't that great?" he whispered. They sank back on the soft fragrant hay, and breathed luxuriously after the haste of the last few moments. A score of mice had scurried away at their abrupt entrance; and the fairy-like echoes of these animals' tiny feet seemed to linger in the twilight. Through cracks long pencils of sunlight lay across the hay and the dim criss-cross of the rafters above. Dust motes crossed them in lazy eddies, each visible for a golden moment as it entered the glow of its brief importance, only to be blotted into invisibility as it passed. "Is this a fair hide?" whispered Celia. "This is outside the grounds." "It's the hotel barn," replied Bobby. "I bet he doesn't find us here."