“Are you sure you dropped them here?” asked Cap, as he went over again the room which his brother had used as a dressing department before and after the shower bath.
“Well, I’m not sure, of course,” answered Bill, “but they’re gone, and I must have dropped them somewhere.”
They went over the place inch by inch, looked in odd nooks and corners and inquired of the janitors and helpers, but the spectacles were not found.
“Say,” cried Whistle-Breeches with sudden illumination, “I’ll bet you dropped them that time we were all fooling on the campus!”
“By Jinks! I believe I did!” cried Bill, and he made a mad dash for the place. The others followed and soon the lads were scanning the grass, going about on their hands and knees. From a vantage point Mersfeld and North watched.
“He’s missed ’em all right,” exulted the deposed pitcher.
“Sure, and he’ll look a good while for ’em, too.”
“Think he’ll suspect us?”
“Not a bit of it,” replied North. He started toward the group of searching lads.