“Hello, boys!” he said. “Where’d you come from?”

From somewhere not far away came the steady purring of a motor car.
Their minds didn’t work very quickly yet, and it was fully a minute
before Clint exclaimed: “An auto! Then we must be near the road!”

“Watch this!” Innes shouted. “Watch the ball! Look out for a forward!
Come in here, Kendall! Throw ‘em back, fellows!”

allowed them to remain out of the dormitory until half-past ten, and, as
soon as study hour was over, set out for the village and Mr
They got a half-hour’s leave from the Hall Master after supper, which
allowed them to remain out of the dormitory until half-past ten, and, as
soon as study hour was over, set out for the village and Mr.
Detweiler’s. When they reached his room in the little boarding house
they found Mr. Boutelle there, but he left almost at once. Mr. Detweiler
made them comfortable, apologising for the unattractiveness of
his quarters.

jewelry store and that they were burying the things they had stolen
“We think,” interrupted Clint, “that they were the men who robbed the
jewelry store and that they were burying the things they had stolen.”

“I’ve thought of that. I don’t know. I’ve done pretty well here, buying
and selling all kinds of things. You wouldn’t think there’d be much
money in it, would you? But since my second year I’ve done a lot of it
and made nearly enough each year to pay my tuition. That’s the only way
I’ve been able to stay. I guess ma argued that I’d cost her less at
school, making most of the money myself, than I would at home. Fellows
sometimes call me a ‘Yankee’ and a ‘Shylock’ and things like that
because I try to get all the money I can for a thing. But I’ve never
cheated anyone; and–and I’ve really needed the money. But I don’t
believe a fellow could do that in college. There might be another way,
though. I’ve heard of fellows making a lot of money in college.”

“What are you going to have?” asked Amy presently.

“Long,” murmured the other, closing his eyes. “Tell him to–look
out–Thayer.”

“No, we haven’t got the thieves, Mr. Wiggin. These boys gave us the clue
that led to the stuff. Shake hands, boys, with Mr. Wiggin. That’s Byrd
and that’s Thayer. They’re Brimfield Academy fellows, Mr. Wiggin, and
they happened to see the thieves burying the things about five miles out
of town toward Thacher.” Whereupon the Chief told the story to the
jeweller and the latter, recovering from his embarrassment, insisted on
shaking hands again.