The match flared up, and as it did so, several uttered cries.
"There they are, over in the corner!"
"We have found them at last!"
"Light a lantern and see," said Phil, and a stable lantern was quickly procured and lit. Then the boys worked their way around a mower and a harrow and some other farming implements to where they had seen the shoes.
"Sold!"
"These are a lot of old stuff thrown away long ago!"
It was true—the shoes they had located were worn out and covered with mildew. Shadow kicked them savagely.
"What a sell—and just after I was sure we had found them," he muttered.
Heavy at heart the students left the granary and put away the lantern. They had exhausted their resources, and walked back to the school in a decidedly sober mood.
"Well, all I can offer is this:" said Shadow, at last. "Each of you buy new shoes and slippers, and turn the bills over to me—and I'll pay them as quickly as I can."
"Don't you bother about my shoes, Shadow," said Dave, kindly. "I can get others easily enough."
"So can I," added Roger and Phil.
