“Yes, I saw you,” remarked our hero as he introduced his chums.
Bruce continued to walk on beside Tom, the others following. The Senior led the way along a little-used path, well screened by trees from spying eyes.
“Won’t you get caught yourself?” Tom wanted to know.
“No, we lordly Seniors are allowed a few more privileges than you luckless squabs. Though I shouldn’t much mind if I was nabbed. It would be like old times,” and Tom detected a sigh in the words. Clearly Bruce was still worrying.
“I saw you in Professor Skeel’s summer house this afternoon,” went on Tom.
“Oh, so you were the lads he warned away! Yes, Skeel is a—well I guess I’d better not say anything,” spoke Bruce quickly. “It might not be altogether healthy.”
“For you?” asked Tom.
“Yes. I’m under some obligations to him, and—well, I don’t like to talk about it,” he finished.
“Then you haven’t gotten over your trouble?” asked Tom sympathetically.