“Guess you were right,” he said. “Looks like one of the freshies. Keeping tabs on me, I suppose. I wonder if there was anything in Johnny McGrath’s guff. Just for fun, when we go in the room we’ll have a look before we light up. There may be more of the varmints hiding about.”
“What do you suppose they’re up to?” asked Leonard.
“Search me,” said Slim. Then he chuckled. “Maybe they’re going to kidnap us, General. Wish they’d try it, eh?”
“I guess they’re not interested in me,” replied Leonard a bit regretfully. “See any one?”
He was looking over Slim’s shoulder, peering from the darkened window. Outside the Academy yard was black save where the infrequent lights along the walks shed a dim yellow radiance that sent elongated shadows of the nearby trees sprawling off into the gloom. It was a time of evening when most of the fellows were in the dormitories, and save for a boy who passed under the window, whistling a football tune, to turn in at the doorway beneath and come pounding up the stairway, the yard appeared empty. Then Slim said “Humph!” under his breath.
“What?” asked Leonard eagerly.
“Look along the Doctor’s path about fifty or sixty feet from the middle path. See anything?”
“N-no,” answered Leonard disappointedly.
“Well, I do. There’s some one under the tree there. Close up to the trunk and— There! Now he’s moving out a bit! See?”
“Yes!” exclaimed the other watcher excitedly. “What do you suppose—”