“I don’t hear them,” came softly in Dan Baxter’s voice.
“They are foxy,” answered Ritter.
The door was tried and Dan Baxter looked into the room. He could see next to nothing in the almost total darkness.
“Who—who’s there?” asked Andy, sleepily. “Is it time to—to get up?”
A grunt from Dan Baxter was the only response, and then the door was closed again, and they heard Baxter and some others moving away.
“Say, Andy, that was rich!” whispered Pepper, and gave a low laugh.
“Don’t stir too much yet,” cautioned Jack. “They may come back.”
“I am going to the door to watch,” answered Pepper. “If they come this way again I can crawl back to bed in a jiffy.”
Standing at the door, which he held on a crack, the Imp saw Baxter and several others move from one dormitory to another, listening and spying at every door.
“Cheese it, here comes Mr. Strong!” he heard Coulter say, a short while later, and off the bully’s crowd scampered to their rooms. Then the second assistant teacher came up the stairs and Pepper hurried back to his bed. George Strong looked around the hallway and walked to several dormitories, and then passed on to the third floor of the building.