recognized too quickly, Dave kept his face averted and cautioned his chum to do the same.
"Say! I say" began the youth who had run away, when Dave leaped out and confronted him. "Whe—where did you come from?"
"From Oak Hall," answered Dave, coolly. "I fancy you didn't expect to see me so soon, Jasniff."
"Humph!" The runaway boy did not know what to say. "I—er Been following me up, I suppose?"
"I have."
"You didn't expect me, did you?" put in Roger, with a grin.
"I didn't," growled Nick Jasniff. "Any more?" and he gazed anxiously into the cab, half expecting an officer of the law to put in an appearance.
"No more just now," said Dave, with peculiar emphasis.
"What do you want?" Jasniff was gradually regaining his self-possession.
"I want a whole lot of things," answered Dave. "Do you want to do your talking here or in the house?" And he glanced at the cab driver, who was staring at the boys with his mouth open in curiosity.
"You can come in, if you wish," was the awkward answer; and Nick Jasniff led the way into the old mansion, which was semi-dark and not more
