A boy in uniform passed him and walked to the delivery-window, at the same time looking sharply around. Glennon was going out when the uniformed lad touched his arm, saying in a low tone:
"I wrote that letter. Follow me."
It was Uric Scudder.
When they were outside Glennon started to walk along beside Uric, but in a low tone the latter quickly said:
"Better not let people see us together. Lots of these townies take in the matches. Somebody might have something to say. Just chase me up till it’s safe for us to chin. I’ll give you the tip."
Scudder walked away in a careless manner, and Glennon followed at a little distance. In this manner they left the main street of the village and proceeded toward The Harbor, which was the poorer part of the town. Scudder knew there was little danger that any one from the academy would see them there. Coming to an old lumber-yard, he stopped and waited for the follower to come up.
Glennon sauntered up, a grin on his face.
"What is this deal, anyhow?" he demanded. "What kind of a game are you putting up on me?"
"No game at all," said Uric quickly. "Come round here behind this pile of lumber."
"Now, if you’re up to tricks——" began the chap from Hudsonville.