Saturday noon it began to snow, so that the majority of the students remained indoors or spent the time over at the gymnasium. Dave excused himself to his chums and met Gus Plum at a spot agreed upon, and both set off for Oakdale on foot.
"I suppose I might have asked the doctor for a cutter," said Plum. "But I was afraid he might ask embarrassing questions."
"We can walk it easily enough," answered Dave. "The road is well-broken."
"Dave, you are putting yourself out a good deal for me," answered Plum, gratefully. "Somehow, I'd hate to meet those men alone."
"They must be scamps, or they wouldn't try to lead a student like you astray."
On and on the two boys went, past several places which were familiar to them. The snow did not bother them much, and before long they reached the outskirts of the village.
"There are the two men now!" cried Gus Plum, and pointed across the way.
"They are not going to the depot," answered Dave. "They are turning down Main Street. Supposing we follow them, Gus?"
"I'm willing, but I don't see what good it will do."
"Well, it won't do any harm."