“All right,” answered the students. “If we find it, we’ll return it to you in good order.”
“That fellow must have been hard up for names to call his kite Nantucket,” said one of the boys, as soon as Johnny was out of hearing. “Nobody but a country chap would ever have thought of calling a kite by that name.”
“No success thus far,” soliloquized Johnny, as he continued his walk. “Not a Night-hawk among those fellows. I hope they won’t waste much valuable time in looking for that kite. Hallo! here’s one of ’em, or I am greatly mistaken.”
He had discovered a boy seated under one of the trees in the school grounds, apparently deeply interested in a book which he held in his hand.
“Ahem!” said Johnny, looking straight down the road, and hurrying along faster than ever.
“Ahem,” answered the student.
Johnny stopped as suddenly as if the boy had called him by name, and, walking up to the fence, inquired:
“Have you seen any thing of a large bow-kite over this way—”
And here the fifth captain stopped and looked at the student, as if he expected him to finish the sentence. He had found the right man at last, for the academy boy continued: