"We've overlooked things that went on here till it won't do no longer, Jackson. There has been complaints against this joint, and ye're lucky that we don't pull the whole shooting-match."
The other officer now took a fair look at Merriwell, who was sitting up and feeling tenderly of his head.
"Why, hello!" exclaimed the policeman. "I t'ink I knows you!"
"Hello, Magoon!" returned Frank, rather faintly.
"I hope you didn't hit me that crack over the head with your stick?"
"I do know yer!" cried the officer. "Ye're ther boy what stopped ther horse and saved Fairfax Lee's girl! You're all right!"
"My friend there says we're arrested, Magoon. How about it?"
"We didn't know it was you, but ther job is done now," said the policeman, apologetically.
"Well, can't this matter be fixed up?" asked Frank, anxiously. "You know what it will mean to me if I am pulled up before a magistrate in the morning. Everything will come out, and then I'll be expelled from college."
"That's rocky," admitted Magoon; "but what can I do? I can't let you off without lettin' the others go."