“Oh, Tom!” cried Miss Tyler, involuntarily.
Like a flash Shambler turned at the sound of the voice. He and the man had been standing on the bank, behind a clump of bushes, but a sudden movement brought them into plain view. The new student saw the occupants of the boat. For an instant he stared at them, and then, as though caught in some questionable act, he made a dive into the woods, and was lost to sight. The man stood there for a moment, as if bewildered, and then, he, too, vanished.
“That was rather queer,” remarked Miss Tyler.
“Very,” assented Tom.
“I wonder if—if they came here to—to fight?” she faltered.
“Not very likely,” replied Tom dryly. “They are friends I guess, though I don’t know who the man is.”
“That’s a queer way for a friend to act,” commented Madge. “Mr. Shambler is—queer, I think.”
“Had much opportunity to judge?” asked Tom mischievously.
“No, of course not. I have only met him a few times, and I only went with him that once to——”
“Get even with me,” finished Tom with a laugh.