ller skate, he
always whistled. The more he worked the louder he whistled.

"What are you going to make now?" asked Sue.

"Oh, I'm not going zactly to _make_ anything," Bunny explained. "I'm
just going to _do_ something. I'm going to open one of these windows so
we can get out, same as the dog did."

"But he didn't get out of a window," objected Sue. "How could he, if
they were nailed shut before we came in? And they must 'a' been, 'cause
we didn't hear Mr. Foswick hammering."

"Yes, I guess the windows have been nailed shut maybe a long time,"
agreed Bunny. "But, anyhow, the dog got out and we can get out."

"But how could he get out if both doors are locked and the windows
nailed shut?" Sue wanted to know.

Bunny could not answer that. Besides, he had other things to look after.
He wanted to get himself and his sister out of the carpenter shop before
Sue began to cry. Bunny didn't like crying girls, even his sister,
though he felt sorry for them.

"I can take a hammer and pull the nails out of a window where it's
nailed shut, and then I can raise it and we can crawl out," explained
Bunny to his sister. "There's sure to be a hammer in a carpenter shop."

There were, several of them, lying around on the benches and sawhorses
that seemed to fill the place. There were other tools, also; sharp
chisels and planes, but Bunny and Sue knew enough not to touch these.
The children might have been cut if they had handled the sharp tools.
Mr. Brown kept sharp tools at his dock for mending old boats and making
new ones, so Bunny and his sister knew something about carpentry.

"I guess this hammer will be a good one," said Bunny, picking up one
with a claw on the end for pulling out nails. He had often seen Bunker
Blue at the boat dock use just such a hammer as this.

Bunny climbed up on a workbench near a window which, as he could look
out and see, was only a short distance from the ground. If that window
could be opened, the little boy and his sister could easily drop out and
not be hurt in the least.

"Can you get it open?" asked Sue anxiously, as she watched Bunny climb
upon the dusty carpenter bench.

"Oh, sure!" he answered. "We'll be out in a little while now; and then
we can go and hunt that big dog that has our mother's pocketbook."

"And the money, too," added Sue. "We've got to get the money and go to
the store, Bunny."

"Yes, that's right," he agreed.

With the hammer in his hand, he began looking over