"Will you see if there is not?" Barton asked, striving to maintain his
calm, though his suspicions were growing. Badger confidently thrust in
his fingers and--drew out a slip of paper like the others, which was
also scribbled over with answers to questions!
He could not have regarded it with more surprise and bewilderment if it
had been a snake. Barton took it from his shaking fingers, and saw that
the handwriting seemed to be the same.
This exciting dialogue was beginning to attract attention, and many eyes
were turned in that direction, which made the Kansan get even redder in
the face. Badger thrust a hand into one of the upper pockets of his vest
and drew out another paper of the same kind.
"What does this mean?" he growled.
He dived frantically into other pockets. He knew that his position was
one hard to explain away, but, with a sort of recklessness, he was
determined to know if there were more papers of that kind anywhere about
him. He could not imagine how they came there, and the rather wild idea
occurred to him that he might have scribbled them over that way in his
sleep, for the coming examination had disturbed him and made his nights
a bit restless.
There were no other incriminating slips.
"I should like to know what it means myself," said Barton.
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