Chub gave a snort of disgust and walked into the light.
“Is that you, Roy?” he called.
“Yes, is that— Say, I thought you were Dick!” responded Roy disappointedly, as he scrambled out of the thicket.
“That’s who I thought you were,” Chub answered. “Did you see him?”
“No, he jumped out of the window in the study-room. I went after him, but when I got out he was gone. Then I came over to the library and he wasn’t there. I was wondering where to look for him when you came sneaking around the corner there. Where do you suppose he got to?”
“How do I know?” answered Chub shortly. “You’re a nice Sherlock Holmes, you are!”
“And you’re a fine Vidocq,” replied Roy just as scathingly. Then they laughed.
“Well, we mustn’t stand here in the light,” said Chub. “Because if he is around here he will see us.” They drew back into the shadow and the protection of the building. “What shall we do now?”
“I guess the best thing to do is to go back and get to work,” replied Roy. “I’ve got some studying to do to-night.”