Having at last finished the work in hand the Hallowe’en mischief-makers again faced toward the street, prepared now to follow the friendly advice of the down-town policeman. But Slicker, with a low whistle, brought them to a sudden halt. “We forgot somethin’,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “What?” was the unanimous inquiry. “We ain’t takin’ anything away. We got to take as much as we bring. ’Twouldn’t be fair to the rest o’ the places we visited if we didn’t do anything here but just leave a sign on a gate-post.” “What is they to take?” inquired Little Dusty. “I don’t know,” replied Slicker, “but we got to find somethin’. Come on back!” Hal began to demur, but he was speedily overruled by the rest, and was quickly prevailed upon to accompany them. In single file, led by Slicker, they passed between the gate-posts and up the paved walk. Then they stopped to listen. Out from the darkness at the left came gently the sound of splashing water. The boys knew, every one knew, that there was an ornamental fountain there. It had been a feature of the Barriscale lawn for many years. They also knew that, peering into the basin from the rim was the marble figure of a kneeling boy. “Sh!” said Slicker. “What do you say if we cop the marble kid?” “Great!” replied two of the boys. “Fine!” exclaimed Little Dusty. “But can we get her loose?” “Sure we can. It ain’t spiked down. I know how it sets.” Slicker had already started across the lawn, and the others followed. But when they reached the fountain Hal again put in a word of protest. “We mustn’t do that,” he said. “That thing cost money. S’pose we should drop it an’ break it?” “Aw, we’ll be careful. See! It’s loose.” And Slicker, moving the corner of the statue gently, proved his contention that it could be easily removed. Indeed, one stout boy could have lifted it from its resting place and carried it away. “Here you, Billy,” added Slicker, “give us a lift.” “Sh!” whispered Little Dusty. “Somebody’s comin’. Drop it an’ duck!”