“So have I. I say, let’s let him go to thunder. Who cares where he is, anyway? If he doesn’t want us to know what he’s up to I guess we can worry along without knowing, eh? Besides—”
“Hist!” cautioned Roy. “What’s that?”
A figure emerged from the darkness and paused some thirty feet away.
“It’s Dick!” whispered Chub, gripping Roy’s arm tightly.
“He sees us,” Roy whispered back. “He’s watching us.”
There was a moment of suspense. Then:
“What are you boys doing there?” asked Mr. Buckman’s voice.
“Foiled again!” sighed Chub. “We’re just playing a—a sort of game, sir,” he answered.
“Who are you?”