The latter did not see or hear the sophomore approaching.
So Dick halted, darting behind a tree.
"Now, what's Tip doing down here, near the Ripley place ?" wondered Prescott.

"He must be waiting to see Fred.

Then they must have an appointment.

Dave always thought that Tip ambushed me with those brickbats at Fred Ripley's order.

There may be something of that sort in the wind again.