“I don’t believe he saw my face,” was the answer.
“I suppose,” said Alf, disgustedly, “that he will waltz up to the school and see that sign and yank it down.”
“Bet you he’s in bed and asleep long before this,” replied Arthur. “He probably thinks we were Broadwood fellows. In the morning he will go up and report us, and they’ll have a terrible time trying to find out who we were. Wouldn’t be surprised if they expelled the whole school,” he ended with a laugh.
“Well, meanwhile,” said Dan, soberly, “it’s up to us to get back to Yardley. First thing we know we’ll be meeting the milkman!”
“Wish we might,” said Alf, cheerfully. “I’d give a quarter for a glass of milk.”
“And a doughnut,” added Durfee. “Wish we had those sandwiches now. I’m beastly hungry.”
“And I’m beastly sleepy.” Tom yawned as he got to his feet and followed the others along the road. Gerald ranged himself alongside Alf.
“What happened to him?” he asked.
“What happened to who, Gerald?”