"All right," assented Tom, wondering what his friend had in store for him.
A little later they were seated in a private room in one of the Elmwood restaurants much patronized by the students. Bruce ordered a tasty little lunch, and they were in the midst of eating it when there came the sound of several lads entering the next room. There was talk and laughter, somewhat boisterous, and then a voice exclaimed:
"Sit down, fellows, and make yourselves at home. This is on me and
Nick. We'll have a jolly time, and I'll run you back in my car!"
Tom started. "Sam Heller!" he exclaimed, half rising in his seat.
"Keep quiet," advised Bruce. "Of course it's Sam. This is part of my experiment. Now you listen."
There was some more talk and laughter, and then a waiter came to take the orders. Sam called for a rather elaborate lunch, and while it was being gotten ready a voice, which Tom recognized as that of a Sophomore with whom he was slightly acquainted, asked:
"You had great sport this summer, didn't you, Sam?"
"I should say we did! Nick and I helped find a treasure in an old mill."
"Whew!" gasped Tom. "So he found it, did he?"
"Keep quiet," whispered Bruce. "Listen!"