“That’s funny,” said Jack, with a puzzled look at his chums. “Fellows, there’s something wrong about that boy. I can tell by his face, and I’m going to find out what it is.”
“You’d better get dry first,” suggested Nat.
“I will, but later I’m going to make that lad’s acquaintance. He looks as if he needed a friend.”
CHAPTER III
A CURIOUS LAD
“There’s Hexter!” exclaimed Jack as he saw the chauffeur slowly running the automobile to the garage. “Hello, Hexter, is Snaith all right?”
“I think so,” replied the automobilist. “Dr. Mead says the hurt on his head doesn’t amount to much, and that he is suffering mostly from shock. He’ll be all right in a day or so.”
“That’s good,” said Jack. “I don’t want him to be laid up right after I won the race from him.”
The students began to disperse, Jack to remove his wet clothes, and the others to retire to their rooms to get ready for the summons to supper, which would soon sound.