Papa and Mr. Jamison, the carpenter, had built the loft by nailing boards across the .beam rafters at one end of the barn. They had also built a wall ladder to get up to the loft. It was originally intended for Sweyri, Tom, and me. But The Great Brain, in his usual style, had taken sole possession of it. He had removed the, -wooden wall ladder and made a rope ladder instead. That way he could climb up and pull the rope ladder after him, so no-body else could get up to the loft. He had an accumula-tion of stuff up there, ranging from a beer barrel he used as a table to the skull of an Indian that Uncle Mark had found in Skeleton Cave. Torn always went up to his loft when he wanted to put his great brain to work on some scheme. I was pretty sure he was working on how to swindle Jimmie out of his baseball and Danny out of his glove. Tom came down from the loft just as Frankie and I were finishing the morning chores. He had a gunnysack with him as he came out of the barn. “Follow him, Frankie, and see where he goes,”
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