Chester started as if to follow him, but stopped and turned back, saying to Bradley:
“I think you’re all right now.”
“Here’s your knife, old man,” said Dick, as he handed the knife over to Buckhart in their room after supper.
“Hey?” exclaimed the Texan. “Why, why, where——”
“It is your knife, isn’t it?”
“Sure as shooting. But where did it come from?”
“I saw Chester Arlington pick it up from the floor in the gym.”
“When?”
“To-day.”
Brad looked surprised.