"What are we to do, Will?" demanded Foster at last.
"Let's ask Mott."
"He'll never let on."
"Try it, anyway."
The two boys returned to the harness room and Will at once addressed
their prisoner.
"Mott," he said, "where are those canes?"
The sophomore laughed loudly as he replied, "You certainly are the two
most innocent freshmen I have ever struck yet. Perhaps you'd like to
have me help you carry them back to the college."
"We'll let you go if you'll tell us where they are."
"Thanks muchly," replied Mott dryly.
"Come on, Will," said Foster. "We can find them ourselves. No use in
wasting time here with this fellow. We'll get them ourselves."
"You're certain they're here?" laughed Mott.
Neither responded to his question, but both left the room and resumed
their search.
"You don't suppose they have really got those canes somewhere else, do
you, Foster? They might be just trying to put us on the wrong track
here, you know?" inquired Will.
"It's possible, but I don't believe it," said Foster positively. "If
that was their game Mott wouldn't be here."
"Probably not," assented Will.
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