“Aren’t you going to report the robbery to the police?” demanded Hal,
opening his eyes in surprise.

“Not in a rush,” Jack answered. “If I do, the police may start at once,
and that mulatto and his friends, being on the watch, will take the alarm
and get away. If I wait two or three days, then the mulatto’s crowd will
think I’ve dropped the whole thing. I reckon the waiting game will fool
them more than any other.”

“Yes, and all the money they got away from you will be spent,” muttered
Eph.

Jack, none the less, decided to wait and think the matter over.

Supper over, the submarine boys, for want of anything else to do, sat and
read until about nine o’clock. Then Jack looked up.

“This is getting mighty tedious,” he complained. “What do you fellows say
to getting on shore and stretching our legs in a good walk?”

“In town?” grinned Eph, slyly.

Jack flushed, then grinned.

“No!” he answered quietly; “about the Academy grounds.”

“I wonder if it would be against the regulations for a lot of rank
outsiders like us to go through the grounds at this hour?”