“Oh, they’re mine,” answered Lenton. “I’ve got quite a few tools in my room,” and then he drew the file back and forth over the metal, making such a noise that conversation was difficult. Tom watched him a few minutes, and then turned away.
“Phil was right,” the end murmured. “There is something expert in the way he uses a file, and perhaps he did make the false key. We’ll have to do some investigating.”
[CHAPTER XX]
THE CLOCK COMES BACK
They worked on the grandstand even during the morning of the day when the Canton Military game was to be played, and then the tired but satisfied students laid aside their hammers and saws, picked up the scattered nails, and sighed with relief.
“It was a big job—bigger than I thought it was when I proposed it,” spoke Tom, “and I’m glad it’s over.”
“So am I,” added Holly. “We’ll take in some money, now. I hear there’s a big crowd coming.”
“We may have to take some of our funds for the relief of the college, if things keep on,” remarked Kindlings. “There was another meeting of the faculty this morning, about that law and claim business.”
“Is that so?” asked Phil. “Cæsar’s ghost! but things aren’t doing a thing but happening to Randall!”