As it happened, it was Day.  We immediately asked him what had become of Bud + Smith but he had no idea.  So we crouched and waited.  We could ask for no better place of concealment.  Streetward was a large bush and behind was an angle formed of a thickly grown grape-arbor; skyward was the dark; downward was the ground.  We waited quite a long while, trying to think what had become of Bud and Smith.  But now the enemy was returning: in twos and threes they came silently over the same route as they had taken going down.
     When all were past we crept cautiously out and proceeded down the alley to Ellsworth avenue, two blocks below the building.  As we still thought that the intention of the enemy was