"I want you to bear witness that I have not worked to fill the place of any other fellow."
"It might be better for Yale if you would work for such things," growled Pierson. "You will not find other fellows holding back. If any chap is capable of filling your place at anything, you may be sure he will fill it, and he'll never stop to consider your feelings about the matter."
"That is rust jite—I mean just right!" cried Rattleton, approvingly.
"Well, I am going to my rooms and take a rub down," said Paul. "Good-night, fellows."
"Good-night, Mr. Pierson."
When the door had closed behind Paul, Rattleton executed a grotesque dance on the carpet.
"Whoop!" he softly cried. "Didn't I knock him silly when I pretended not to know anything about the run this evening! Oh, wheejiz—er, jeewhiz! he nearly fainted when I told him you calmly walked into the room, took a sponge bath, put on another suit, and then we had been telling stories."
"You rascal!" cried Frank, laughing and giving Harry a shake. "That was all your own work. I didn't know you were thinking of running such a bluff on him."
"Never thought of it myself till he came in," chuckled Harry. "Between us we managed to get you out of your other clothes, give you a quick rub, and jump you into a fresh suit before Pierson showed up."