Bill did not answer. He was feeling now in the pockets of the suit he wore. As he went from one to the other his face assumed a more and more worried look.
“For cats’ sake what is it?” demanded Cap. “Lost a love letter? We won’t read it if we find it.”
“My glasses!” gasped Bill.
“Your glasses?” repeated Whistle-Breeches.
“Yes—they’re gone,” and with a wild look on his face the pitcher dashed from the room and ran toward the gymnasium, followed by his brothers.
CHAPTER XXIX
MERSFELD IN THE BOX
There was a wild search in and about the gymnasium on the part of Bill, his brothers and his chums, but of course the missing glasses were not found.