The three lads waited impatiently for the return of their chum. Dick took another look, and reported that Tom was not in sight now.
“He’s probably working his way along the path to the place where the talk went on,” was Jack’s opinion.
They resigned themselves to waiting, talking meanwhile of what might happen. Then, interrupting their talk, came a sound as of someone approaching down the slope.
“Who is it?” asked Jack eagerly, for he had been sitting down on a stone to ease the pain of his injured leg.
“It’s Tom all right!” exclaimed Dick, who was acting as sentinel.
“Has he got the paper?”
“Yes, there’s something white in his hand.”
“Good!” exclaimed Tom’s college roommate.
A few seconds later our hero rejoined his chums. There was a look of satisfaction on his face.