"But I'm no valet to any North Grammar boy.
"If you fellows won't either of you do it," protested Dick, "I'll have to do it myself, and---oh, dear! I'm in such a hurry to get help to take care of Garwood." "What about that crazy man, anyway ?" demanded Ted, his mouth agape with curiosity.
"I don't believe he's crazy at all, though he may perhaps be a little flighty in his head," Prescott answered.

"At any rate, he isn't violent.

There's no danger in him.

Ted, won't you take back these-----" Teall shook his head with vigor.
In the meantime four Grammar School boys had stationed themselves around Garwood, who stood under a tree chewing a blade of grass.
Hi, either from modesty or humiliation, had retired into a clump of bushes.
"They've gone to find that boy who took the clothes, I suppose," remarked Amos Garwood, looking towards Dave Darrin.

"That was a strange boy, a very nervous boy," continued Garwood aloud.
"Just as soon as I told him my name, he turned and fled like a streak of lightning.