“Come on, let’s take a walk. It’s too nice to go back and bone.”
“All right—I’m with you. We’ll get out in the country somewhere.”
Weston passed as this was said, and though he nodded to the two, there was no cordiality in it.
Joe and Spike thoroughly enjoyed their little excursion, and it was almost dusk when they returned. As they entered their room, Ricky came out to greet them.
“What have you fellows been doing?” he demanded. “I came in to have a chat, and I found your room empty. A little later I heard you in it, and then, after I had found my pipe which I dropped under the bed, and went in again, you weren’t to be seen. Yet I was sure I heard you moving about in it.”
“We haven’t been home since practice,” declared Spike.
“You say you heard someone in our room?” inquired Joe.
“I sure did.”
“Maybe it was Hoppy.”
“No, for I asked him, and he said no.”