“Dr. Fillmore wants to see you in his office, Joe,” said the messenger—a nice lad who did this work to help pay for his tuition.
“Wants to see me—what for?” demanded our hero. “Are you sure that’s right, Georgie?”
“Sure, and a teacher’s there with him. I’m not sure but I think it’s something about the overthrown statue. I heard them mention it as they called me to go for you.”
“The overturned statue? I don’t know anything about it!” exclaimed Joe. “I only just this moment saw it—from my window.”
“Well, the doctor wants you, anyhow,” repeated the messenger lad. “You’d better go.”
“Oh, sure,” assented Joe, and he started for the doctor’s study with wonder in his heart and a puzzled and rather an ominous look on his face. His companions regarded him seriously.
“What do you s’pose is in the wind?” asked Peaches.
“Give it up,” remarked Teeter. “Are you on, Tom?”
“Nary a bit. First I knew of it was when you fellows came and told me.”
“Was Joe out last night?” asked Peaches.