quietly. "You may accompany Sander, Hamilton."
Toots, who was on hand, started for the stables, followed by Dick.
"Are you going to get into trouble?" asked the odd man, who had taken quite a fancy to our hero.
"I hope not. If Grit had anything to do with firing the gun, by means of a string tied to his tail, some one who had a grudge against me is responsible for it."
"I'm sure of it, Mr. Hamilton," and Toots marched on, whistling "Dixie Land," ending up with a series of bugle calls.
They found Grit cowering in his kennel, as if much frightened. Dick and Toots looked him over. Sure enough there was a stout piece of cord tied to his stump of a tail.
"It looks bad," commented Toots.
"I'm not worried," declared Dick.
Captain Hayden looked grave, when Toots handed him the bit of cord. He sent Sander to the saluting gun, and Toots returned presently with some cord, which matched that taken from Grit's tail.
"Was this on the gun?" asked the head master.
"Attached to a primer, that had been fired," replied Toots.
"Hamilton," began Captain Hayden, I don't like to accuse you on such circumstantial evidence, but it looks—"
