. The eight-oared victors; a story of college water sports . ered. IVegot to hide! and he made a dive under the cot. CHAPTER XXII THE PAWN TICKETS » Well, Tm certainly going to be in a nicepickle if that*s Mendez coming back, thoughtTom, as he gave the blanket on the cot a surrepti-tious pull to better conceal his person. * I guessI was seven kinds of a chump to come here. Iought to have told the fellows, and then one ofthem could have done sentry duty for me. As it is,if anyone comes in here Im as good as caught. Anice story it will make, too—a Randall man foundin a caretakers shack. He liste
. The eight-oared victors; a story of college water sports . ered. IVegot to hide! and he made a dive under the cot. CHAPTER XXII THE PAWN TICKETS » Well, Tm certainly going to be in a nicepickle if that*s Mendez coming back, thoughtTom, as he gave the blanket on the cot a surrepti-tious pull to better conceal his person. * I guessI was seven kinds of a chump to come here. Iought to have told the fellows, and then one ofthem could have done sentry duty for me. As it is,if anyone comes in here Im as good as caught. Anice story it will make, too—a Randall man foundin a caretakers shack. He listened intently, and heard the approach-ing steps pause outside the door. Then came akey rattling in the lock. Just my luck, murmured Tom. Its Men-dez coming back. That job didnt last as long asI thought it would, or else hes forgotten some-thing. Whew I If he sees me therell be a fightall right. Hell take me for a burglar, sure, orelse hell know why Im here. I wonder if allMexicans carry knives? There isnt much herefor a fellow to defend himself with. i88. OLD JAKE BLASDELL ! MURMURED TOM, IN A Eight-Oared Victors Page 191 HK SKW YORK A^mn. LWNox at) THE PAWN TICKETS 189 Tom peered out from under the cot, and madeup his mind, if worst came to worst, that he wouldroll out, and grab up the heavy stove poker hesaw. That will make a pretty good club, he rea-soned. Hang it all! why didnt I tell the fel-lows? If this Mendez does me up he may hidemy body here, and the fellows will never knowwhat became of me. I ought to have told them—and yet I did it this way to keep Ruths secret. Imeant it for the best. Again Tom listened. The fumbling at the lockof the door continued. If thats Mendez he doesnt seem to knowhow to open his own door, mused Tom. May-be hes got the wrong key. This seemed to be so, for there was a jinglingas of several keys, and then a voice was heard tomutter. Tom started in his hiding place under thecot. Thats not the voice of Mendez! he ex-claimed. What
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