"What makes you think so?" asked Frank, who was slower in making his judgments.
"Oh, well, I just feel so. I think that when he recovered consciousness, and realized that he was laid up, he started someone else on our trail."
"Maybe," admitted Frank; "but it's pretty hard to decide. I wonder how he came to follow us in the first place? I thought we had given him the slip."
"Oh, he's as sharp as a fox," declared Billy. "Lots of times I thought I had fooled him, but he'd always turn up when I least expected him. He kept track of me somehow, though I couldn't always trace him. He knew I had that paper, and he found out that I was coming West."
"That last was easy enough," put in Andy. "It was talked of all over the school."
"Yes, I suppose he didn't have much difficulty in finding out that part," went on Billy. "And now, if he has started someone else on my trail, I've got to look sharp."
"We all will," said Frank. "We'll stand by you, Billy."
"Surest thing you know," agreed Andy. "Well, let's get back to the station; it's almost train time. Oh! look at those bananas! I'm going to have some!" and he darted into a fruit store.
"Andy isn't serious long at a time; is he?" asked Frank of his chum, with a smile.
"No, and maybe it's a good thing. There's enough serious people in this world," and Billy's tone was a trifle depressed.