"No wonder," remarked Frank, dryly; "it would be a pretty poor kind of a pet that wouldn't fly out of a place like that."
"If it was an unusual kind of a bird," suggested Ford, "why don't you give notice of it to the police? It sometimes happens that they recover missing pets."
"Oh, I guess I won't say anything about it," responded Page, blushing furiously.
Frank could not control his laughter, so he threw himself into a window seat, and looked out, having his back to the other two.
"What are you laughing at, anyway?" asked Ford.
"Oh, at my thoughts!" chuckled Frank. "I think Page ought to offer a thousand dollars or so reward for his missing pet."
"You hold your tongue, Merriwell," said Page, "and some time or other I'll make it right with you."
"Are you two fellows putting up some kind of a job on me?" exclaimed Ford, suspiciously.
"Oh, no, on my honor!" exclaimed Frank, quickly. "I was just thinking of a little joke that you don't know anything about."
"Aren't you going to spring the joke?"