“Took my bedclothes, for one thing,” growled the assistant teacher. He was recovering somewhat from his fright. “Wait till I make a light.”
He managed to find a match, but not before he had hit his toe on a pile of books and bumped into one of the chairs again. Then the light was lit and Josiah Crabtree put on his bath-robe.
“Look there, and there, and there!” he snarled, pointing to the coverless bed, the washbowl on the floor, and the overturned chairs and other disarranged things. “Doesn’t that look like burglars,—or—something, Mr. Strong?”
“I am afraid some of the students have been playing a trick on you,” said the second assistant teacher, with a faint smile showing on his face.
“A trick?” gasped Josiah Crabtree.
“Where’s the robber!” cried Andy, coming up and realizing at once what had occurred. “Let me catch him!”
“That’s right, catch him by all means,” put in Dale.
“Maybe he tried to murder poor Mr. Crabtree,” put in Stuffer.
“Sure, Mr. Crabtree, did he hurt yez very much?” asked Emerald, with mock sympathy.
“I wonder if there really was a burglar?” said Dan Baxter, coming to the scene.