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"You fellows must get after Ford," responded Jones, "and make him own up. Do you remember how he pa.s.sed down the aisle and asked Babbitt a question?"
"Yes."
"And don't you remember Merriwell's papers were knocked off his desk?"
"I saw that something had happened," responded Diamond, "but I sat too far away----"
"Well, the papers were on the floor," responded Jones, "and I'd like to bet a dollar to a b.u.t.ton that Ford tucked in that extra examination paper when he picked the papers up."
The boys looked seriously at one another a moment, and then two or three said together:
"Let's call on Ford!"
Away they went at once, and in a few minutes were at Ford's door.
"Come in," he said, when they knocked.
One of them tried the door, but found that it was locked.
"Wait a minute," called Ford, and they heard him crossing the room.
Rattleton heard the scratching of a match at the same moment. Something seemed to go wrong with the key, for Ford fumbled at the lock for a moment before he opened the door.
"h.e.l.lo!" he said in a tone of surprise. "Come right in."
Rattleton dashed past the others, and ran to the fireplace. There was no excuse for a fire in September, but a tiny blaze was there, nevertheless.
Rattleton put his hand upon it instantly, to beat the flame out, and stood up with a partially burned and charred fragment of paper in his hand.
"What are you trying to do?" demanded Ford, indignantly.
"Dock the loor--I mean lock the door," cried Rattleton, excitedly, to Browning.
The latter immediately closed the door, turned the key, and stood with his back to it.
"We'll settle this thing in a hurry," continued Rattleton, shaking the charred paper aloft; "this is a part of Babbitt's examination paper."
"Well, what of it?" asked Ford, angrily; "why shouldn't a man burn up a piece of paper that he's got no further use for?"
"Because you left the paper you've been at work on with your answers in the examination room!" retorted Rattleton, "and this is an extra sheet.
It shows what became of the two sheets that Babbitt missed."
Ford looked from one to another of the students and broke into a laugh.
"Well," he said, "I don't feel called upon to make any explanation to you fellows, but as I understand it, your particular friend, Merriwell, will have a good deal to explain."
"By all that's good," exclaimed Diamond; wrathfully, "you'll do the explaining for him."
"Me?"
"Yes, you, you skulking hound! You had those two papers; here's Dismal Jones, to whom you confessed to having got hold of them. You wanted Dismal to take one, hoping that he would give it away to Frank and the rest of us, so that if any exposure came we'd be mixed up in it. I know your sly trick!"
Ford had turned very pale. He sank into a chair, shut his teeth together, and muttered:
"You're doing a good deal of guesswork; but if you're trying to pick a row go right along; I'm not afraid of you."
"We're not here to pick a row, Ford," said Page; "I'm beginning to see through the whole thing.
"You're about the only one, except Merriwell, who knew how the chimney in my room communicated with Babbitt's, and I remember you were coming away from my room at one time when we were coming from dinner. You had been up there then to steal the papers. You managed to work one of them off on Merriwell's desk to-day. Rattleton there has got a part of the other."
"Well, see here," said Ford. "What does it all mean? Ever since there were colleges, students have done their best to get ahead of the faculty, and if I've succeeded, what's the harm? It isn't hurting you fellows, and no student ever tells on another."
He said this with a haughty air, as if to imply that they would be beneath contempt if they should report his doings to the faculty.
"We're not going to do any tell-taleing--I mean tale-telling," bl.u.s.tered Rattleton. "We're here to make you do that."
"What do you mean?"
"I tell you," said Browning, slowly, and there was a dangerous glitter in his eyes, "I'm not above telling tales in a case like this, and if you don't go straight to the dean and tell him the truth, I'll go and lay the matter before him, and what's more, Master Ford, I'll give you such a thumping that you'll carry the marks as long as you live."
Browning spoke quietly, but there was a businesslike ring in his tone that Ford could not misunderstand.
The others were very quiet, and they looked at Ford, awaiting his answer.
"You take a mighty high att.i.tude," he muttered.
"Shut up," muttered Browning, savagely. "I for one won't hear any argument about it; you've got to do what we say, or take the consequences. And to make certain of those consequences, I'm going to give you a licking now!"
Browning pulled off his coat, threw it upon the floor, and advanced upon Ford. The others stood aside, their eyes glistening, and their fists fairly itching to take a share in Ford's punishment.
As to the latter, he retreated to a corner, and placed a chair between himself and Browning.
"Hold on," he said, huskily. "You've got the best of me because there are so many of you----"
"I propose to lick you alone!" interrupted Browning.
"All the same," suggested Dismal Jones, slowly, "when Browning gets through with him, I think the rest of us will take a turn one at a time."
Ford was thoroughly frightened.
"I give it up," he stammered. "You force me to it I'll do what you say, and I guess my standing in the cla.s.s is good enough, as I never have done anything before this----"
"Never been caught at it," interrupted Diamond, sarcastically.
"Don't waste any talk," said Browning; "he's going with us to the dean's office now; Merriwell is probably there at this minute trying to make Babbitt believe in a student's honor."
Saying this, Browning put on his coat and unlocked the door; then he turned to Ford.
"Come along," he said.