“Too bad you missed the game,” remarked Ned.
“Yes,” assented Bob, “I’m sorry, too.”
“What did you do with Rip Van Winkle?” asked Harry.
“Rip Van Winkle?” repeated Bob, wondering.
“Yes. The old codger Fred Merton saw you with.”
“Oh, Hiram Beegle,” chuckled Bob. “Yes, he is a queer character,” and he told as much of the story as would not violate his promise.
“Well, I s’pose you know what you’re doing,” said Ned. “But from what Fred said about this old codger I wouldn’t want to meet him alone after dark, Bob.”
“Oh, he’s all right,” protested the young detective with a laugh. “But I suppose there’ll be great doings at the club house to-night.”
“There sure will—to celebrate the game to-day. Going to be there?”
“Surest thing you know. I’ll see you there. So long!”