night of the hazing and while Bob had been fast asleep.
"You're some story-teller, and that all sounds like a story-book romance," commented Bob, when Frank paused in his narrative.
"I only hope it will end in the good story-book way," observed Frank. "This is all secret between you and me."
"Surely," assented Bob.
"I had to tell it to somebody, for it was worrying me dreadfully," confessed Frank. "You see, I'm in a dilemma."
"I do see that, Frank," nodded Bob seriously.
"I can't see it any other way, but this tramp and his friends, Jem and Dan, among them stole that diamond bracelet."
"I think so, too," said Bob. "Anyhow, judging from their talk you overheard they know where it is now."
"What had I better do? I am awful anxious to prove my innocence to the world."
"Why, I shouldn't hesitate a minute to have those three fellows arrested," exclaimed Bob.
"That wouldn't help the case any."
"Why wouldn't it?"
"They evidently haven't got the stolen bracelet with them."
"That's so, Frank."
