the time that duffer—what was his name—took out some of the wheels to make some machine he was crazy over? Remember that?"
"I should say so!" exclaimed Tom. "But this chap wasn't satisfied with a single wheel—he wanted the whole works. I wonder who it could be?"
"I shouldn't wonder but what the Snail had a hand in this," opined Phil. "He's so fond of roaming about nights."
"He stays over in the North dormitory now," declared Frank. "Besides, he wouldn't get in here at this hour of the morning—at least I think It must be near morning. The doors are locked after hours, you know. No, it was someone from here all right, who took that clock."
"And the nerve of 'em!" exclaimed Phil.
"And to think Tom took that lad—whoever he was—for me," put in Sid. "Did he really look like me?"
"He sure did."
"Maybe it was Bean Perkins," suggested Frank.
"No, Bean wouldn't do a trick like that. He couldn't keep quiet enough," declared Tom. "He'd want to give a class yell or sing a song in the middle of it, and that would give it away. Say, but I have a scheme though."
"Out with it, and then let's get to bed," yawned Frank.
