“If this keeps up, the faculty is bound to come down on us,” Frank decided.
When the song was ended, Frank declared that he must go.
“Don’t!” cried Billings, clinging to Merry with affection that was not relished.
“It’s getting awfully late.”
“We won’t go home till morning,” somebody sang.
“How late?” said Billings, familiarly reaching into Frank’s vest pocket. “Where’s your watch, Merriwell? Oh, here she is. Wonder ’f I can see to tell what time ’tish?”
He took a watch out of Frank’s pocket and began to fumble to open it.
“Say,” exclaimed Merry, “aren’t you getting a bit too new? Hello! What is that, anyhow?”
Sidney Gooch started forward, uttering an exclamation of astonishment and satisfaction.
“That’s my watch, Billings!” he shouted. “Where did you get it?”