And then, on the floor at Andy's feet appeared a neat little pile of chaff and bran. It had sifted out of his pocket on the removal of the handkerchief, having gotten in when he fell into the basket.
For a moment Mr. Callum stared at the bit of mute evidence. Then he glanced at his damaged hat and his whitened clothes. He darted a look full of anger at the Racer boys and said:
"Come with me to Dr. Doolittle! Come at once!"
There was no choice but to obey, and Frank and Andy followed down the corridor.
CHAPTER XIV
OUT IN THE SHELL
"Guess we're caught all right," whispered Frank to his brother. "Why didn't you take that stuff out of your pocket?"
"I didn't know it was in there. I don't care. We had to have some fun; didn't we?"
"There's your idea of it, Andy. You're always doing something. I wish I hadn't consented to it. But we're in for it now."
"Well, we won't squeal on the other fellows. We'll take our medicine alone," said Andy grimly.