"I'm really beginning to believe that you girls have let your
imaginations run away from you," Will remarked, when they sat about
the living-room after a satisfying supper, just luxuriating in
idleness.
"Or perhaps the gentleman has been frightened away by our coming," Roy
suggested in a superior tone that made the girls want to throw
something at him. "Perhaps he is afraid of the uniform of the U. S.
A."
"He may be afraid of the uniform," sniffed Mollie scathingly. "But he
certainly couldn't be afraid of you."
"Now you don't mean that, you know you don't," laughed Roy, drawing
her down beside him on the couch and holding her there with an iron
grip of his brown fingers. "Say you didn't, like a pretty little girl,
and I'll let you go."
"I won't say any such----" Mollie began, then suddenly her gaze
stiffened into such a stare of wonder, and even alarm, that it made
the girls fairly hold their breath.
"Mollie, what is it?" demanded Roy commandingly.
"Over there!" she shrieked. "At the window, Roy! Do you see it?"
CHAPTER XXII
TRAGEDY
There, pressed so close to the pane of the window that the nose was
flattened grotesquely, eyes wildly staring, hair disheveled, was a
face that even in that tense moment the girls recognized-- the face of
Professor Dempsey!
It took the boys perhaps a second to fling out of the room, jump down
the steps of the porch and circle the house to the window.
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