“Look here, Billy,” said Millener sternly, “did you see the—the bodies?”
“No, I was in the village. Joe Dexter told me just now in front of Oxford.”
“Did he see them?”
“I think so. Anyhow, it’s true, Millener.”
Dan felt a clutch on his arm and looked around into the anxious face of Alf.
“Come,” he said gruffly, “and let’s find out the truth about this. Where’s your jacket?”
“I don’t know; I don’t need it. Come on.” As they ran across to the entrance of Merle Hall, Dan turned fiercely to Alf. “If it’s true,” he said, “and that chap Thompson had anything to do with it, I’ll wring his neck! I’ll half kill him!”
“And I’ll help,” answered Alf grimly.
The corridor of the building was filled with an excited throng of fellows, attracted by the wild rumors which had spread about the school. Alf seized on the first fellow he met.