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.
He looked sternly at Agnew, but the latter had now obtained control of his countenance, and met the professor's suspicious look with an air of innocent confidence.