“What is it?” questioned Rector.
115“It’s a rope. Don’t you know a rope when you see one? It is the same rope that dragged us from the tent by our ankles last night. Oh, this is a fine outfit!” jeered Chunky.
No one spoke for a few seconds.
“Ah!” breathed the Professor. “I begin to see a light.”
“So did we,” returned Stacy. “But it wasn’t so very light that you could notice it particularly.”
Ned started up, his face flushing violently.
“Do you mean to tell me that one of our outfit dragged you and me out by the heels last night?” he demanded.
“Yes!”
“Who did it?” cried Rector angrily. “I can thrash the fellow who did that. Who is he, I say?”
“Well, I may be wrong, but from the look of his face, I should say that Tad Butler knows something about the affair. Mind you, I’m not saying he did it, but I reckon he knows the man who did,” observed Stacy.