“I don’t believe he will,” thought Tom as he went to his room.
[CHAPTER XXI]
ON THE GRILL
“Well, what’s up?” asked Sid as Tom came in. “You’re going the pace, aren’t you, old man?” and he looked anxiously at his chum, whose face was flushed from the experience through which he had just gone.
“I got in late,” admitted Tom.
“Get caught?” asked Sid, as if that was all that mattered.
“Yep, but that’s not the worst of it.”
“What? You don’t mean to say you’ve been caught? Well, of all things. You, one of the ‘grinds,’ falling a victim.”