e of the table, glanced off
and hit a fish-globe, smashing it to pieces and sending the water and
the goldfish flying in every direction.

CHAPTER III

WHAT FOLLOWED ANOTHER TRICK

When the hubbub downstairs started the four Rover boys were up in their
adjoining bedrooms partly undressed and in the midst of a couple of
impromptu boxing matches, one taking place between Andy and Jack and
the other between Randy and Fred.

"There, my boy, how do you like that?" cried Andy, as, dancing around,
he managed to land a slapping blow on Jack's bare shoulder.

"Fine, child! fine!" retorted young Jack. "But not half as good as
this," he continued, and, with a sudden spring, he landed one blow on
Andy's chest and another on his shoulder which sent Tom's son
staggering half-way across the bed.

"Hurrah! one man down! Now for the next!" cried Fred, and managed to
land several blows in quick succession on Randy's shoulder.

But then the fun-loving twin came at him with a rush, sending him into
a corner and on to a little table containing a number of books. As Fred
went down the table did likewise and the books fell all over him.

"Whoop!" roared Randy in his delight. "Down and buried!"

"But not dead," retorted Fred, promptly, and catching up several of the
books he hurled them in quick succession at his opponent. One in
particular caught Randy in the stomach, and down he sat with a
suddenness that jarred the floor.

"Say!" exclaimed Jack, suddenly, and held up his hand, "this won't do
at all. The folks downstairs will think we're pulling the house down
over their ears. We'll have to slow up a bit. You know what our fathers
said a little while ago."

"All right," returned Andy, promptly, as he arose to his feet. "After
this we'll be as quiet as a thunder storm in a moving picture drama."

"That's the talk! Silence it is!" cried his twin; and then to let off a
little extra steam he silently turned a cart-wheel across the floor,
after which he proceeded with his toilet making.

The boys were still minus their collars and ties when they suddenly
realized that something unusual was taking place downstairs. They had
closed the bedroom doors, but now all of them rushed out into the
hallway.

"Great watermelons!" groaned Randy, and turned slightly pale. "I forgot
all about 'em!"

"About what?" chimed in Jack.

"You don't mean the mice?" demanded Andy.

"Yes, I do!"

"What mice?" questioned Fred.

"The mice I