“Look here, Hodge!”
“What is it?” cried Bart, starting up.
“My watch!” exclaimed Merry joyfully.
“Good heavens!” gasped Bart, and he sat down again in a helpless, flabbergasted way.
“It was there,” cried Frank, “under the pillow. I remember now that when I changed my clothes I flung it on the bed. It must have slid under the pillow! That’s why I could not find it.”
Hodge was speechless.
CHAPTER VI.
AN OUTCAST NO LONGER.
It is needless to say that neither Frank Merriwell nor Bart Hodge related to their friends the adventure of that night. Of course, Merry was overjoyed by the discovery of his watch just where he had left it, and, of course, Bart was completely upset.
“It is quite probable now,” said Frank, “that Hooker gave his own watch to his father, when that person demanded money and he was unable to furnish it. You must respect Hooker for the act, Hodge.”