But just at the present moment they would have given up part of anticipated pleasures, I believe, not to have had the snowball accident happen.
“It is Skeel,” murmured Tom, as though at first he had doubted the evidence of his own eyes.
“Of course it is,” said Jack.
“And we’re in for trouble, or I miss my guess,” added Bert.
“I wonder what in the world he is doing in these parts?” came from George. “You thought you’d seen the last of him, didn’t you, Tom, after the wreck of the Silver Star?”
“I certainly did.”
“And yet he bobs up again,” went on George. “What does he want? Is he trying to get back on the faculty of Elmwood Hall?”
No one answered his questions, nor did Tom, or any of the others, rebuke Why for his queries. They had too much else to think about.
“Well, young men, well!” began Professor Skeel in his pompous voice. “Well, are you responsible for this?”