“Perhaps it’s some lovelorn suitor of one of the girls,” suggested Frank mischievously.
“I don’t like his face,” said Tom sourly.
“He has a villainous look,” added Billy.
“Jealous already, eh?” laughed Frank. “I surely got your goat that time. He looks all right to me. I’d better get you fellows into the house before there’s murder done.”
CHAPTER XIX
THE LONE STRAGGLER
The Army Boys were getting ready for supper, and Frank noted with some amusement that under one pretext or another Tom and Billy took occasion to go frequently to the window and look out.
“Is he there yet?” he finally asked of Tom.
“Who?” asked Tom innocently.
“That deadly rival of yours,” chaffed Frank.
Tom flushed a little.