“I guess they missed us,” whispered Glutts.
“It looks like it, Bill. But, say! I just thought of something,” went on Werner, and the tone of his voice showed his dismay.
“What’s wrong now?”
“In the struggle I dropped that flashlight and the silk handkerchief I had tied over it.”
“Gee, that’s too bad! Did either of the things have your name or initials on it?”
“No.”
“Well, that’s good. You haven’t got to admit that you own ’em.”
“That’s all right, Bill, but that flashlight and the handkerchief cost money,” grumbled Gabe Werner.
After that there was silence, but it was a long while before either of the rascally cadets could get to sleep. Both were bitterly disappointed over the failure of their scheme to do Jack and Fred an injury, and both wondered whether they would be found out.