“And the nerve of ’em!” exclaimed Phil.
“And to think Tom took that lad—whoever he was—for me,” put in Sid. “Did he really look like me?”
“He sure did.”
“Maybe it was Bean Perkins,” suggested Frank.
“No, Bean wouldn’t do a trick like that. He couldn’t keep quiet enough,” declared Tom. “He’d want to give a class yell or sing a song in the middle of it, and that would give it away. Say, but I have a scheme though.”
“Out with it, and then let’s get to bed,” yawned Frank.
“We won’t say anything about this,” spoke Tom, “and——”
“Not say anything about it!” cried Sid. “Well, I guess we will! Think we’re going to let our clock disappear, and keep mum over it? I guess not!”
“I didn’t mean that,” explained Tom. “I meant that we’d not come out boldly, and admit that we didn’t know enough to keep our clock from being taken. But to-morrow—at chapel—or whenever we can, we’ll just sneak up back of Dutch, the Jersey twins, or whoever else we suspect, and say ‘clock’ to them. That will make the guilty one start, and we’ll have our man.”