His cries rang out through the Hall, and, soon George Strong and many others, including cadets, were awakened.
“Mr. Crabtree, what is the matter?” asked George Strong, coming to the door, clad in a dressing-gown and carrying a pistol.
“Let me out! There is a—er—I don’t know what is going on! Let me out!”
“There is no key here.”
“My key is also gone. Somebody has locked me in. They—er—a—oh!” And in moving around Josiah Crabtree stumbled again and sat down on the sharp edge of a chair. “This is—er—outrageous!”
By this time George Strong had brought out a bunch of keys. One fitted the lock, and the door was speedily opened. There stood the confused teacher, trembling in every limb.
“Where are they?” he panted.
“Who?”
“The—er—the robbers who visited my room.”
“I have seen no robbers, Mr. Crabtree. What did they steal?”