“Standing near the front door, as if he was going in. Then he seemed to change his mind. I think—There he is again!” exclaimed Bart, suddenly, and he shrank farther back into the dense shadows, his chums following his example.
At the same instant Ned and Frank caught sight of the man. The stranger approached the front door as if afraid of being seen, and, every now and then, he turned about, as the boys could notice to take an observation. As they looked on they saw him suddenly open the front door, after fumbling about the lock, and enter the school, closing the portal behind him.
“Well, what do you think of that?” gasped Bart, after a moment’s pause.
“He’s a burglar!” declared Frank.
“Let’s go tell the police,” suggested Ned.
“No, wait a minute,” advised Bart, putting restraining hands on his two chums. “Don’t tell the police.”
“Why not?” Ned wanted to know.
“Because they might ask what we were doing around the school at night, and we don’t want to tell—do we?”
“That’s so,” agreed Frank. “Maybe that chap isn’t a burglar, after all.”
“You’re right,” came from Ned. “What could a burglar steal in the school?”