“Quien sabe?” answered Pete, shrugging his broad shoulders.
“Just the same, you’ve been up to something,” declared Allan, sternly. “And you’d better ’fess up.”
“Huh!” grunted Pete.
“Out with it!” commanded Tommy.
“Huh!” said Pete again.
“Sounds like a blamed old Indian, doesn’t he?” asked Tommy, disgustedly. “Well, don’t you come and beg me to intercede with the Dean for you.”
The smile on Pete’s face broadened; he chuckled enjoyably; but commands and demands failed to move him to confession, and, after arranging for the dinner at the Inn, Allan and Tommy took their departure, Pete, for some reason and contrary to custom, making no effort to detain them. As they clambered down the steep stairs, Pete called after them:
“Say, it would be a great night for a fire, wouldn’t it?”
“Fire?” repeated Allan. “Why?”