o his brothers when he met them i

t?" ask

room until Doctor Wal

een doing, Tom?"

t had occurred in the office. His b

of some enemy,"

e dress-suit case," added Dick.

-Koswell, Flockley, La

too

ver, and gunned broadly. "No wonder old Sharp was mad. I'd b

sn't keep you in the r

" returned Tom with a sigh that he endeavored to s

will y

n my Latin. I was a bit rocky in that yesterday. I can bon

nything for you?"

ter from-well, a fat

and in Nellie Laning's

sl

rked letters in handwritin

know what

too. Well, run along, children, and play," said Tom,

the charge against him was a serious one, and he saw no way of clearing himself.

soliloquized. "Wonder if they'll put me in a cell, like old Crabtree did at P

mind on his lessons. Then he heard somebody co

he thought. "Guess I'll take a look." If it was S

aw Songbird, with his back toward him. The so-styled

s were whispering

ll ran 'round

with his sunny

to feed his f

dingle, da

om. "Say, Songbird, how much is that poetry by t

e a start. But he quickly recovered. He scowled f

of the best thoughts

ry worth ten times that. Don't you remember that little sonnet you once comp

onnet!" cried Songbird.

now real poetry

say, what's on the carpet, as

verses, that's all. Thought you we

ell his story. He had not yet finish

s in!"

What?" a

eard a wh

did yo

ether. Koswell said he had fixed you, and that yo

e was

y didn't see me. I was busy reading some poe

e poetry now, Songbird.

-I got so interested in making up ve

d more. Do you know

look around if

you would. I can't le

wed, and then Songbird

On the campus he

tudent in answer to a question. "They are dow

nk y

if you want me

, if you have nothing

gbi

w minutes espied Flockley and the others sittin

rd. "I have a special reason." And at Max's look o

Max. "I don't blame him for playing a trick on old Sh

ou come

u want

o drag you into

of myself," answered the

and his cronies were located. Here was a heavy clump of brushw

ng football and other college sports, and Songbird was d

ver Tom Rover," he exclaimed. "I'll wager old

Bart Larkspur. "But that would be

ished," came from Dudd Flockley. "By the way, ar

woman, and not particularly good-loo

dsome," answered Larkspur. "Hi

ody got hold of that case of pencils a

oment a stout youth landed on Max Spangler's back, carrying him do

g, beheld not only Max and the boy who had come up so suddenly, but also Songb

, while Max and his friend were wrestl

ng to some interesting

gbi

pper, eh?" came from

od purpose," answered t

o look out for him!" cr

Rover, remember. T

ced Songbird again. "How long have

talk to know how you tried to put Tom Rover in a hole. It'

ah

ame it on a fellow student who is innocent is another. As the poet Shelley says-But what'

free of his tormentor, a happy-go-lucky stu

e said, and gave Kos

, listening around corn

ll punch your head!" cried

o do?" questioned Koswell. He

at you fellows do,"

I am going to the d

ot to clear

good as yours,

to tell a string of

ird c

n't sa

know about this, and so does Max. Koswell has got

t me if I clear Rover?" a

says. I am going right to him

Henry Cale. "You will have to excuse me, Hen

utted in if I had known something was doing," an

Jerry to Songbird and Max as the pair departed. "It's all a

bird significantly. "Evildoers are u