“Anderson, are you in bed?”
“Yes, Martin.”
“Humph! I thought I heard voices in your room.”
Jack replied with a snore, and the monitor passed on.
“You fellows had better take a sneak,” whispered Jack, when Martin’s footsteps had died away. “He’s watching this room, and he may catch you.”
The outsiders thought this was good advice, and soon Nat and Jack were left alone.
“Did you mean that about a gun club?” asked Nat.
“Sure,” replied his chum, “but we’ll talk about it to-morrow. Better go to sleep. Martin will be sneaking around.”
Jack was up early the next morning, and went down to the lake for a row before breakfast. As he approached the float, where he kept his boat, he saw a student standing there.