They've got away and we might as well go back.
Foster," he added, "did you know the canes were gone?"
"Gone? Gone where?" replied Foster blankly.
"I haven't the slightest idea. All I know is that Mr. Whitaker told Mott
that the canes _had_ been in his house but they had been taken away."
"Who took them?"
"I haven't the slightest idea."
"You don't suppose the sophs got them, do you?" said Foster hastily.
"I hadn't thought of that. It never entered my mind that anybody but our
own fellows had come for them."
"I don't believe it was anybody else that got them," said Will. "You
ought to have heard Mr. Whitaker talk to Mott and the other sophs. They
were just determined to go into his house, but the old man would not let
them. No, you can rest easy about it, Mr. Whitaker never let the canes
go out of his house without knowing who had come for them. No, sir. Not
much."
Somewhat comforted by Will's positiveness, the boys began to retrace
their way down the long road, and after a moment Hawley said, "We'll
find out all about it anyway, for Mr. Whitaker will tell us. He's all on
our side. That's what comes of having his grandson in our class.
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