Prof. Babbitt suddenly stopped. It seemed that he saw the dark forms beneath the tree. He peered sharply at them, and then, with surprising suddenness, whirled about and hastened away.
Frank chuckled.
“Thought he had made a mistake,” he softly whispered. “Thought the proctor could not be here as long as he could see more than one fellow beneath this tree. Didn’t want us to recognize him. See how he is crossing the street to keep from passing directly under that light.”
“The old sinner!” came from Harry. “I wish we had him instead of this fellow!”
“We’ve seen enough to know that Babbitt put the proctor up to this job,” declared Diamond.
“Well, now is our time to get out,” said Bruce.
“Sure,” nodded Frank.
The big fellow picked up the proctor and carried him along with ease, refusing assistance from any of the others. Frank took the lead, and they hastened toward the corner where Griswold was to bring the cab.
Before that corner was reached a cab rattled up and stopped.
“Gris is there!” said Frank, with satisfaction.