“On the bridge, sir. He was either writing or drawing.”
“Did you speak to him or tell anyone?” the dean asked.
“No, sir! Not even to Sydney Graham, who was with me. I thought I should tell you first.”
“That was quite right. Let us see. I will send for Captain Wilson.” The dean seemed very much disturbed.
The captain soon arrived.
“I think,” said the captain, as soon as things were explained to him, “I had better take some action in this matter. This will have to be done quietly, for our countrymen still do not realize how the time is drawing near and they would laugh at us and call us alarmists. The fact that this stranger will in all probability claim American citizenship makes it doubly necessary for silent work.”
“Ted,” he now turned to the boy, “whether there is anything to this or not, you have shown you have a good head and you use it.”
Then the captain left him and Ted went to his room.
CHAPTER XII
THE TRAIN-WRECKERS
ABOUT three-quarters of an hour later—a seemingly surprised (but not altogether so) German was held up by a masked highwayman. He gave up such papers as he had—money was not taken—a very queer highwayman who would not take money. One thing he had managed to throw into the river below, but he was made to understand that another attempt to throw anything else into the river would mean instant action on the part of the hold-up man. He was told that so plainly that he could not fail to understand.