“Captain Von Blusen!” she exclaimed, catching Shirley by the arm.
Shirley caught her breath and gazed in the direction Mabel pointed.
It was true. There, slinking along furtively, was the gallant captain and he was walking along at a rapid rate.
“Wonder where he is going and why he’s in such a hurry?” asked Mabel.
“I don’t know,” returned Shirley, “but I’ll warrant he is up to no good.”
“But he has given his parole to make no attempt to escape.”
“I don’t imagine he’ll set much store by that if he sees a good opportunity to get away.”
Shirley would have continued her way back, but Mabel said:
“Wait a moment, Shirley. Perhaps, by following him a bit, we may learn something useful. What do you say?”
For a moment Shirley hesitated, but for a moment only.