“Do you mean him?” asked Newt Ackerson, nodding toward Frank.
“I’m not saying all I mean,” retorted Ned.
“No, you’d better not,” cautioned Jerry. “Never mind, we’ve got to take our medicine.”
“More leave-stopping, I suppose,” groaned Bob.
“If you’re not suspended, you’ll be getting off lucky,” commented Ted Newton.
While the other students hurried, more or less willingly, to their different lectures and classrooms, Ned, Bob and Jerry strolled over toward the office of the president.
They were admitted by Dr. Cole’s secretary, a young man studying for the ministry, who ushered them into the office, and gave them chairs. The three chums did not feel much like talking, so they sat in glum silence, waiting for Dr. Cole to come in. They were beginning to think their offence was graver than they had imagined it. Suspension had not occurred to them. But, on the other hand, they had not figured on being found out. Something was wrong.
“Frank might have heard us talking about it from his room,” said Ned in a low voice. “His transom is right opposite yours, Jerry, and voices carry easily in that corridor, I’ve noticed. It’s a regular sound-box.”
“I don’t know what to think,” Jerry said. “We’re found out, that’s sure.”
“And I’ll find out who squealed,” declared Ned, taking the card out of his pocket to gaze at it. Then Dr. Cole came in, and Ned quickly put away the bit of evidence.