CHAPTER XXI
ROAST TURKEY.
Frank's appearance, with the turkey still in his possession, was hailed with shouts of delight.
"We didn't know as you would get in," said Jones. "I invited some more of the fellows up here, as you see, and we found out that some of the sophs seemed to know something unusual was going on."
"That's right," nodded Rattleton. "They were laying for us. Two of them stopped me when I reached York Street. They told me to give up what I had, but I didn't have anything to give up, so they let me go."
Then Frank told of his adventure with a person who looked like Professor Grant.
"That's it!" cried Little. "That was their game! They were after our turkey."
"But how did they know we were after turkey?" asked Robinson.
"They must have been told by somebody," said Street.
"And that means we have a tattler among us," declared Burnham Putnam—Old Put—looking keenly around.