“You seem afraid of something,” remarked the girl, shrewdly. “What’s the matter with you?”
“Well, I go to school here,” complained Purt. “You don’t. You’ll get into trouble, coming into the building at night.”
“I guess you’re afraid of getting into trouble yourself,” returned the other, quite unshaken.
“Well, if one of the teachers is here and finds us——”
“I’ll tell them just what I came for. Will you?” demanded the girl, quickly, and thrusting her face into Purt’s so as to see him better.
She had him there! Purt knew it—and he knew she knew it. This strange girl was laughing softly to herself in the darkness.
“Go on—if you’re going anywhere,” said she, after a minute. “I believe you know where those girls are. I want to see that Evangeline and that Hargrew girl. You show me.”
“I—I don’t know!” wailed Purt, under his breath.
Then he was sure he heard somebody’s step. It was in one of the classrooms opening into this corridor.
At the sound, spurred by sudden terror, the boy leaped away. He was half-way down the corridor. Around the corner was the door of the tower.