"I guess the rat got away," said Mr. Bobbsey, as he watched Snap
pawing around in the locker, even pushing aside boxes with his nose.
"Hab yo' cotched de ghost?" asked Dinah, looking out from her kitchen.
"Not yet--but almost," said Mr. Bobbsey. "I must clean out this
closet, and find the rat-hole. Then I'll set the trap. Come away Snap.
You missed him that time."
The dog was not so sure of this. He stayed near the closet, while Mr.
Bobbsey set out the boxes and barrels, but no rat was to be seen, nor
even a mouse. And, the odd part of it was that, when everything was
out of the locker, there was no hole to be seen, through which any of
the gnawing animals might have slipped.
"That's funny," said the twins' father, as he peered about. "I don't
see how that rat got in here, or got out again."
"Perhaps it wasn't a rat," suggested Mrs. Bobbsey.
"What was it, then, that made the noise?" asked her husband.
"I don't know," she answered. "Something might have bumped against the
boat outside."
"Yes, that's so," admitted Mr. Bobbsey. "But Snap wouldn't act that
way just on account of a noise."
The boxes and barrels were put back into the closet, but even that did
not seem to satisfy Snap. He remained near the locker for some time,
now and then growling and showing his teeth.
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