“I’ve just made a discovery, that’s all,” came the same sort of careful reply. “Fact is, after all our precautions we’ve been outwitted, for there’s a spy hidden in the hangar right now!”
CHAPTER XI.
THE MAN IN THE LOCKER.
“Are you joking, Frank?” asked Billy, though he should have known his comrade better than to believe Frank would try to play any silly trick for the sake of giving them a thrill.
Pudge opened his mouth, but for a wonder even one of his queer favorite expressions failed to drop from his lips. In fact, Pudge was rendered temporarily speechless by the astounding nature of Frank’s communication.
“Not at all, Billy,” said the other, trying to act as though he might be telling them something of small importance. “I watched while I was sheltered under the plane, and twice I saw it shake a little as though some one might be holding the door ajar so as to hear better.”
“Door!” echoed Billy helplessly, as though more puzzled than ever.
“The door of the empty locker we thought we might need for storing things away, but which has never been used,” Frank explained.
“Gee whillikins! now I understand what you mean, Frank,” said Billy. “There is plenty of room in that locker to hold a man curled up.”
“Popguns and pyramids, but how could he ever get there when we’ve been sitting around all morning?” asked Pudge, in a hoarse whisper.