“I don’t see nuthin’,” was Peleg Snuggers’ comment.
“It is not to be expected without a light,” answered the teacher, sarcastically. “Have you a match?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then light up, and I’ll try to get to the bottom of this piece of villainy.”
“Are you certain we ain’t in danger o’ bein’ shot?” queried the hired man.
“Light up, I tell you!” thundered the teacher.
The hallway was soon a blaze of lights. Nothing appeared to be out of its place, and Josiah Crabtree passed from one classroom to the next, and then to the messroom, the kitchen, and to Captain Putnam’s private office.
“They have gone!” murmured Snuggers, and breathed a sigh of relief.
“They are either outside or upstairs,” answered Josiah Crabtree. “Come, we will go up.”
“Hadn’t you better get a club—or somethin’?”