[CHAPTER IV]
THE NEW FELLOW
“Something’s up,” remarked Tom in a whisper.
“Sure,” assented Phil. “But who is it?”
“I’ll take a look,” volunteered Sid, and, with a quick motion he turned out the electric light, somewhat of an innovation in Randall. Then he tiptoed to the door, which he opened on a crack. Through the aperture came the noise of retreating footsteps, and it was evident to the strained ears of the four chums that someone was going down the hall, toward the broad stairway that led out on the campus, while someone else was proceeding toward the main part of the dormitory, where Proctor Zane had a sort of auxiliary office.
“Who is it—can you see?” demanded Tom Parsons, in a hoarse whisper.
“No! Keep still, can’t you? Wait until he gets under the hall light,” was the reply from Sid.
“One of ’em was Franklin, the monitor for this floor; I’m sure of that,” declared Phil. “I know his voice.”
“And the other——” began Tom.