sly. "Oh, you run away and play, Tom! What w

t he, but-but he certain

't I? Well, that chap doesn

ow I meant," returned Tom doggedl

urglar and the man with the flannel trousers on, who looks like a teacher, is a popular mur

you'll find I'm right. It-it was he, I tell yo

d Steve, "and ask him for my suit-case

at last, they were once more outside the building he gazed up and down the Row eagerly and was disappointed to find that neither his quarry nor anyone else was visible in the half-darkness. As they passed Torrence Hall, however, an open window on the first floor sent a flood of light across the walk, and To

sh, what d

," stammered Tom,

" was the indignant response, "or I'll

endly darkness and joined Ste

find hi

d with spirit; "I should think you'd be enough intereste

es," replied Steve airily. "

g back, though. I tell you that was reall

, y

itterly. "All right, then. You

doing so nicely. Look, there's a lighted win

it!" gr

ing "Fine!" with deep enthusiasm after every answer and smiled jovially at all times. But the boys saw that he was much more embarrassed than they were and were secretly pleased and amused. When at last the instructor had finished the usual questions and was searching around in his mind for more, Steve began asking for information. Breakfast, responded Mr. Daley, was at seven-thirty and ran half an hour. Chapel was at eight-fifteen usually, although there would be none to-morrow, as school did not of

me to me in your-ah-perplexities and troubles, should you have any, and of course there are bound to be-ah-little worries at first. One has to a

d thanked him and, with Tom cr

made their way up to the next floor. "Guess

nk the catalogue said. H

It ought to be Percy. Hello

luxuriously as he stretched himself out on one of the beds. "Bet you I'm going to do

spread," replied Steve. "Get up out of t

ed. Say, what do you think o

o snoop around to-morrow after breakfast and see the sights. I suppose things will be a lot

grin. "Remember Horace is

ed if he saw a burglar! I wonder if

now him," said Tom, with a yawn. "Say, pull down

chilly," replied Steve unsympathetically.

low," said Tom. "I'm just as certain as I am that I'm lying here that the

se ought to tell you that a sneak thief you saw in New

," replied the

pose there are two people wh

h alike as

ook at the fellow in the dining-ha

m with a vigorous shake of his head. "I saw his fa

way about it. Only someone ought to warn the principal about him

"But you'll find I was right som

you a present," answe

t cut much figure, I guess," said

hrew open the lid. "The pajamas look clean, anyway," he continued as he viewed them. "I suppose I'll

?" asked

p," replied the o

mfield, of course!" he exclaimed in trium

nything: Brown, Brooklyn, bea

field colours maroon-and-grey, and isn't

's

s turning the cap about eagerly. "This belongs to some fellow h

eve with a laugh. "All right; it will save me from buying a

fellow would wear, I think." Tom frowned thoughtfully. "Are there any m

use looking for a bald-headed man, eh? That's what they call 'the process of elimination,' isn't it? Say,

ss they're new ones." He dropped the pajamas regretfully and turned hi

nation again! At this rate we'll know all about him in a minute, Tom. Gee, but y

way," muttered Tom, study

on his head, is not blind, wears purple pajamas and spells his name with

d was glancing through it. Suddenly, with an exclamation, he thrust it in

t. What a

here it

ge

t what's

Made Football

what he was reading. He's a football m

at this suit-case is supposed to have be

st thought so. It looks now as if

ped it for mine? What

ng valuable in it," faltered Tom. "Maybe-s

and dragged it from under your feet, thinking all the

can see for

hat?" inter

was

unded again. Steve hustled the things back into the bag and s

inside. He carried a suit-case in one han