"Did you get the picture?" I asked. He nodded. "I think so, but I can't be sure until it has been developed. I had a splendid chance. They stood just right and there was a fine opening through the bushes." "It took you a long time," grumbled Bill. "I could have hit them with a rock easy." "I was trying to hear what they were saying. I couldn't hear very well, but I think they are robbers or something." "You bet they are robbers," said Skinny. "Didn't they steal my fried chicken?" We didn't think much more about the men because we had important work on hand. The first thing we had to do was to eat dinner. That is always important, especially when your mother knows how to cook beefsteak that makes you crazy just to smell. After that came a ball game. Our nine, the "Invincibles," played a picked nine from Summer Street. We beat, 25 to 19. I didn't see any of the boys again until in church, Sunday morning. When I went in Bill Wilson was there, looking so dressed up that I hardly knew him. He saw me and motioned for me to come into his pew, but Ma wouldn't let me do it. Bill had something on his mind. It was easy to tell that. He looked excited, and every time I turned around he went through with all sorts of motions with his mouth, trying to make me understand what he wanted to say. It bothered me. Every time the minister twisted up his face, trying to make us understand how important it was what he was saying, I'd think of Bill's mouth going back of me. I couldn't help it. When at last we went into Sunday school he told me. "Great snakes, Pedro!" said he, grabbing me by one arm. "Haven't you heard about it?" "How can I tell whether I have or not, when I don't know what it is?" I told him. "They robbed Green's store last night; stole him blind." "Who did?" "The guys that we saw yesterday. Our robbers." When Bill told me that you could have knocked me down with a feather. It made me almost as excited as he was. He didn't have time to say any more because teacher made him sit at the end of the line away from me so that he wouldn't whisper so much. But after Sunday school was over he told me all about it. Burglars had broken into Green's store during the night. They blew open the safe and took all the money, nearly one hundred dollars, and they carried off a lot of knives and revolvers. There is an alley back of the store. They broke into the basement from there and then made their way upstairs. "How do you know that it was our robbers who did it?" I asked. Bill drew himself up and swelled out his chest, just like Skinny does sometimes. "I'm a Boy Scout, ain't I?" he said. "A corporal, too." "You are only a Tenderfoot," I told him. That was true. You have to be a Tenderfoot before you can get to be a real Scout. "It's the same thing," he said, winking one eye. "One of the robbers has a tender foot, anyhow." "Look here, Bill," I told him. "You are getting to be worse than Skinny. What are you talking about?"