“Yes, sir.”
“Let us go around to the front once more.”
“I don’t want another duckin’, sir. It was terribul, that was!” And the general utility man shivered.
“Perhaps we can get under the shelter of the doorway.”
They left the barn once more, and sneaking around the campus, came at last to the front of the hall.
“Why, the door’s on a crack!” ejaculated the hired man. “I thought it was locked!”
“So it was locked!” returned Josiah Crabtree. “Can it be possible that the rascals have left the building?”
“Oh, Mr. Crabtree, perhaps they are after us with them guns!”
“I—I don’t think so. Anyway, let us get inside. Then we can lock the door on them. Some of the cadets must have gone crazy!”
The two passed into the Hall, and the teacher lost no time in locking and bolting the door. All was pitch-dark, and Josiah Crabtree scarcely knew what to do next.