"Ouch!" came in another voice. "Ouch! What do you mean by kicking me in the ribs?" And a groan of pain followed.
"Who is behind those bushes?" asked Dave.
"Must be a spy!" returned Phil.
"A spy! A spy! Capture him!"
"Don't let him get back to the school!"
On the instant there was great excitement, and fully a dozen members of the Gee Eyes rushed forward and caught hold of the escaping victim, and the fellow over whom he had stumbled. Both were dragged forward, and the light of a lantern was turned on the unknown.
"Why, it's Nat Poole!"
"He was spying on us!"
"Maybe he was going to report us!"
"You le—let go of me!" stammered Nat. He put his hand to his side. "That fellow half killed me!" And he gave another groan.