“No—he didn’t give me the chance.”
“Well, you should have told him. It seems to me it would be easy for you to prove an alibi, so far as being here this afternoon is concerned.”
“I am not going to bother with it—I’m going to quit and go home,” answered Bob Grenwood recklessly.
“I wouldn’t do it. Stay, Bob, and face the music. If you go away it will make it look as if you were guilty.”
“But Captain Putnam——”
“Is all upset on account of this awful mix-up. He’ll calm down by to-morrow—and so will you. And let me say another thing, Bob. None of us fellows thinks you distributed the blanks,—or, if you did, we are sure it was a pure and simple mistake.”
At this moment came a cry from one of the dormitories, followed a second later by a yell from another room.
“This is the worst yet!”
“Every bed sheet is gone!”
“So are all the night clothes!”