“Yes,” smiled Don. “As it was, it turned out for the best. He certainly went flying. Somebody coming fellows, and it looks like a policeman!”
“Had we better duck him?” whispered Jim.
“I think we had,” admitted Don. “He must know that cadets aren’t usually on the streets at this hour and the least he’ll do is to question us. He may even want to go up to the school with us, and we don’t want that.”
“No, we don’t,” Terry supplied. “He hasn’t seen us yet, so let’s slide in here.”
There was a garage close by with a narrow alley running alongside it and the boys quickly glided into it. But this particular policeman strolled right by the place and was soon lost in the darkness of the long street. When they were sure that he was safely out of sight they emerged from their hiding places.
“Whew, that was close, too,” commented Terry, as they resumed their way.
“It would have been bad for us if we had been caught,” admitted Jim. “Let’s hustle up to the school.”
The streets were all deserted and the houses black, for the hour was late. The three cadets met no one else as they hastened on to the school. They entered the grounds with a sense of profound relief.
“I hope that the colonel is still up,” Don said.
“He will be,” predicted Terry. “He knew what an errand we went on and he’ll be waiting for us.”