“No, that was on account of something we saw. Shambler was back there a way, talking with a questionable looking chap.”
“Ha! The same one who called for him one day?”
“Yes. I don’t like the looks of it. It seems as if something was up.”
“Oh, you’re too much given to imagining things, Tom,” declared Frank. “Shambler’s all right, I think.”
“Well, I’m sure I hope so, and yet——” Tom shook his head without finishing the sentence, and the remainder of the row was finished in comparative silence.
[CHAPTER XXII]
CURIOSITY
Tom said nothing to either of his other chums about seeing Shambler in that rather lonely spot along the river. Nor did he tell Frank all the details of the little scene.
“If it’s all right, there’s no use making a fuss over it,” reasoned the pitcher, “and if there’s something wrong it isn’t up to me to bring it out. I’ll keep still about it.”