"We'll get it up while you're gone," said Jack.
"You will not!" cried Tom. "Do you think I want to miss all the fun?
Wait until I get back. Will your experiment take long, Bruce?"
"It may take most of the evening. But the wig will keep, and you may think up a better plan in regard to it. Why not substitute another for it while you're at it?"
"By Jove! The very thing!" cried Jack.
"You can get one while you're in town if you like," went on Bruce dryly, "for I'm going to drag you off to town, Tom."
"Good! I'm with you. Mind now," he cautioned his chums, "don't touch that wig until I get back."
They promised, and, though wondering what Bruce had in mind, they asked no questions.
"I guess it's safe to run the guard to-night," remarked Bruce, as he and Tom crossed the campus on their way to the trolley line running into Elmwood.
"Oh, sure," assented our hero. "But what's in the wind?"
"I'm going to prove to you that it would be bad policy to make a class matter of sending Sam to Coventry, or of trying to run him out of the school. And to do that I invite you to have a little lunch with me in town."