“Well, I’m going to get this straight now,” said Jerry, in a determined tone. “I’m going up to that academy and get them to draw us a plan of the right road to take. No more mistakes for me!”
“Here’s some one coming now,” remarked Bob. Into the glare of the headlights came a man. He stepped to one side, to get out of the too brilliant illumination.
“Excuse me, sir,” said Jerry, “but we are trying to find Boxwood Hall, near Fordham. Can you direct us to it?”
“Boxwood Hall! Of course I can. I am an instructor there, but I have had the misfortune to——”
Something in the voice caused the boys to give a simultaneous shout of:
“Professor Snodgrass! It’s Professor Snodgrass!”