“Come on!” whispered Andy, hoarsely. “We’ve got to get him now, Dunk!”
With beating hearts the two sped silently but swiftly into the room. They fairly leaped for Mortimer, who turned like a flash, glaring at them. Fear was in his startled eyes—fear and shame. Then in an instant he determined to face it out.
“We—we’ve got you!” cried Dunk, exultantly.
“Got me? I don’t know what you mean?” said Mortimer, trying to speak easily. But his voice broke—his tones were hoarse, and Andy noticed that his hands were trembling. Mortimer edged over toward the door.
“I came in to get a book,” he faltered, “but I——”
“Grab him, Dunk!” commanded Andy, and the two threw themselves upon the intruder.