"Why, Shadow, Chip—— What do you know about Gus?"
The three boys stared at each other. On the instant they felt all knew what was wrong.
"Was that what you said you'd tell me about sometime, Shadow?" asked Dave, in a whisper.
"Yes."
"Then it has happened before?"
"Yes, about three weeks after you and Roger went to Europe. I met him on the road, coming to the school after spending several hours at some tavern in Oakdale. He wouldn't say where he got the liquor. I wouldn't let him come to Oak Hall until late at night. Then we got in by a side door and I helped him to get to bed. In the morning he was quite sick, but I don't think anybody suspected the cause. That afternoon he told me he would never touch liquor again."
While Shadow was talking the three boys had left the school buildings and were hurrying around to the rear of one of the carriage sheds. Here was a small building which had once been used as a granary but was now partly filled with old garden implements and cut wood.
It was dark in the building and from a corner came the sounds of somebody breathing heavily. Shadow struck a match and held it up.
There, upon a pile of old potato sacks, lay Gus Plum, sleeping soundly. Close at hand lay a small flask which had contained liquor but which was now empty. Dave smelt of it, and then, going to the doorway, threw it far out into the deep snow.