“As we were,” said Arden.
“Yes. Thanks a lot. But listen to this.” By Sim’s manner Terry and Arden knew something startling was to be told—something so startling that, for the moment, it drove from their minds the thought of having been caught by the stern dean.
“Suddenly,” said Sim, “away down at the far end of the orchard, I saw a light bobbing about!”
“Ye gods, Sim! Did Mr. Newman see it? What was it?” demanded Arden excitedly.
“He saw it, and so did the chauffeur, for he said something about why someone should be out in a gloomy old orchard at that time of night with a lantern. I was frozen with horror!” Sim was enjoying herself and watching the eyes of the girls widen with surprise.
“Well, go on!” whispered Terry. “What did you do?”
“We didn’t say a word—just sat there in the car and watched the light coming closer. I felt sure it was someone looking for me.”
“For you?” gasped Arden.
“Well, I mean trying to find out who was coming back to college so late, against the rules—afraid they’d find me out, you know.”
“Oh, yes,” Terry murmured.