a corner of the hall when a sound struck their ears. Somebody was close at hand, snoring lustily!
"Who can it be?" asked Roger, in a faint whisper, when both realized what the sound meant.
"I'll soon find out," answered Dave, and held up the candle.
"Don't wake him up, or there'll be trouble!"
Step by step they drew closer to the sleeping person. It was a man, wearing an overcoat and a skullcap. He was seated in a comfortable armchair taken from the parlor.
"Old Haskers!" cried Dave.
"He must have been on the watch for us and fallen asleep," was the comment of the senator's son.
"Don't wake him—let him sleep."
"To be sure, Dave—I'd like to chloroform him!"
The boys passed the snoring teacher and reached a side door. Unlocking it, they slipped without, and closed the door again. Then they summoned the members of the Gee Eyes and told them of what they had discovered.
"You'll have to go in as quietly as mice," said Dave. "Otherwise he'll wake up and catch us,—and then the fat will be in the fire."
"Dave, somebody has surely been spying on us," said Phil.
"Exactly—but we can't take that up now. In
