Dan glanced about the room questioningly. “Who the dickens could it have been, fellows?” he asked in perplexity. “I don’t know any sub who can do that.”
“Or any regular, either,” murmured Tom.
“This was in the morning, you say?” asked Sandy Fogg.
“Yes, just after my Latin. I was waiting for some papers that Collins had.”
“Well, I don’t like to cast asparagus on your eyesight, Arthur,” said Tom, with a smile, “but your story sounds fishy.”
“What was he kicking, Thompson, drop or place?” asked Simms.
“Drop at first, and then he tried placement.”
“From the thirty yards?” asked Dan skeptically.
“Yes; certainly not nearer, Dan; I wouldn’t swear it wasn’t nearer forty.”
“What did he look like? Had you ever seen him before? Was he alone?”