Page:The Eight-Oared Victors.djvu/245

Rh "Not so loud," cautioned Phil, "or we'll rouse the place. Anything else, Tom?"

"Isn't that enough? But say, Sid, are you sure you weren't out?"

"Of course I am. Ask Phil and Frank. They woke me up in bed."

"That's right!" chorused the two.

"I heard a noise," explained Phil, "and woke up. I was just in time to see you going out of the room, Tom, and"

"That was when I was after Sid," Tom explained.

"You mean you thought it was me," put in Sid.

"Well, have it that way if you like. But if it wasn't you I chased, who was it?" demanded Tom, after the manner of one propounding a difficult riddle.

"That's up to you to find out," spoke the Big Californian. "Are you sure you did see and follow someone, Tom?"

"Of course I am. Do you think I'm crazy?"

"I don't know," was Frank's simple remark.

"There's something wrong," went on Sid, "but we can't get to the bottom of it now. If there was someone in our room we want to know it."

"Well, there was," declared Tom, positively, "I know it!"

"Anyhow, I saw you going out," resumed Phil. "I wondered what was up, but I thought maybe