"Quick, see who it is?"
Frank, Bob and Ned sprang to their feet as the latter gave the alarm, and Frank's words started them speedily into action. Bob, half crippled though he was, reached the door of the room first, tore it open and gained the corridor.
"It was some one from the crowd next door," he reported. "I fancied I saw
Gill Mace vanish into that room. It's just like him—a sneaking spy."
"Ritchie said those fellows were nosing around a good deal to find out about my being away from the academy," observed Frank. "I suppose they're pretty curious."
"Yes, and they're bolting away from the ball game the way you did stirs them up," said Bob.
"Well, the transom is nailed shut, so any eavesdropper wouldn't be likely to hear much," declared Frank.
"No, but they might see that," and Ned pointed to an object on the table, where they had been seated for an hour discussing Frank's circumstantial story of all that had happened to him from the time of his kidnaping. "I shouldn't suppose you would care to have that Mace fellow see it."
"Oh, anybody can see it and welcome, as soon as I have a talk with the president," responded Frank carelessly.
Frank took up from the table and pocketed the bracelet he had found on the floor of the old hut. It was bent and dented as though it had been handled roughly.
Frank had just returned from the town, where he had seen to it that the man called Dan was placed in a comfortable room at a hotel, with a physician in charge of his case.