“That’s so; supposing we ask him for one? We might tell him that if he doesn’t give us a clue we’ll refuse to pay any more attention to him.”
“I guess he’d feel pretty bad,” laughed Roy.
After supper they went into the study-room and sat where they could watch the front door. Presently Dick came down-stairs and passed out. Roy and Chub looked at each other inquiringly, and Chub got half out of his chair. But Roy shook his head.
“Let him go,” he hissed melodramatically. “Our time will come!”
After breakfast the next morning, which was Saturday and a holiday, Chub and Roy went up to the Junior Dormitory and stationed themselves at the windows overlooking the campus. Chub from his post of observation had a clear view of School Hall and the path to the river, while Roy could see the gymnasium, the Cottage and the path to the village. They had left Dick at the breakfast table, but it was after eight o’clock and he would have to leave the dining-room shortly. If he came up-stairs they would hear him, while if he went out of the building they could not fail to see him. But the minutes passed and nothing happened to vary the monotony.
“Bet you he’s gone into the study-room and is reading,” said Chub disgustedly. “He’s just mean enough to do that!”
“Well, he won’t read very long, I guess,” answered Roy cheerfully. “Dick doesn’t care much for reading.”
Ten minutes passed.
“Anything doing, Sister Ann?” asked Chub boredly.
“Not much. Billy Warren and Pryor are going over to the gym and Sid and Chase are throwing snowballs down here.”