"Why, say, that looks like Tom!" cried Sam.
"It is Tom," returned his big brother.
"Do you suppose he has run away?"
"I don't know. Perhaps the doctor has suspended him."
"Hello!" called Tom as he came closer. "Thought I'd find you in town yet. Come on back and have some fun."
"What does this mean, Tom?" demanded Dick, coming to a halt in front of his brother. He saw at a glance that Tom looked rather happy.
"What does what mean, my dear Richard?" asked the fun-loving Rover in a sweet, girlish voice.
"You know well enough. Did you run away?"
"No. Walked away."
"Without permission?" asked Sam.
"My dear Samuel, you shock me!" cried Tom in that same girlish voice.
"See here, let us in on the ground floor of the Sphinx," cried Dick impatiently.
"I will, kind sirs," answered Tom, this time in a deep bass voice. "I went to the room and remained there about an hour. Songbird went out on a still hunt, Max with him. The two overheard Jerry Koswell and his cronies talking,
