“It must be you lost it in the fracas,” said one of the freshmen.
“Let’s look round for it.”
“Be careful not to step on it, fellows,” said another. “It must be on the floor here.”
“I don’t see how I lost it in the scuffle,” said Gooch. “See here; it was taken off this snap—or it came off,” he added, slowly.
Sidney’s manner plainly indicated a firm conviction that he had been robbed.
“When do you think you lost it?” asked Newton Billings, one of the freshmen.
“I had it before we hid from these bogus professors,” said Sid.
“Then it is probable you lost it in the struggle to hold onto Merriwell,” said Harry Rattleton. “It must be right around here.”
“What sort of a watch was it?” asked Irving Nash.
“It was a Waltham, gold, hunter’s case, with my monogram inside the front case. My mother gave it to me on my last birthday, and I would not take anything for it.”