"Better not go," advised George, speaking more composedly now.
"There's been a lot of fellows cutting for it to-night, and just before
I came in a bunch was rounded up by the proctor, and rushed to Merry's
office. I just escaped. Don't you take a chance, Tom."
"No, I guess I'd better not. But was that the news you had to tell me.
If it is, why——"
"It isn't that," cried George. "It's great. Sam Heller was just brought across the campus by old Farmer Appleby. He had him by the collar."
"Who had who by the collar?" demanded Tom, much excited now. "Did Sam have———"
"No, it was the other way around. Appleby had Sam, and he was making all sorts of threats."
"Who was; Sam?"
"No, the old farmer. Can't you understand? He had Sam, and he was begging to be let go."
"Sam was?"
"Sure."
"Say, George," advised Tom. "Calm down and tell me the whole thing. There may be something big in this. I guess I won't go out to-night after all," and, grasping the human question box by the arm, Tom led him back toward the room of the chums.