"Great Scott, Merriwell, what are you doing here?"
"I'm a prisoner, Mr. Matthews," Frank responded.
The young man stared at Frank for just an instant, and then turning to the sergeant, said:
"Anybody in the captain's room?"
"No," was the reply.
"Come in here," said Matthews, taking Frank by the arm and walking him across the room.
When they were in the captain's room, Matthews shut the door, motioned to a chair, and sat down opposite Frank.
"Now, then," he said, "what's got into Yale?"
"Mr. Matthews," Frank responded, "I hate to say that I'm sorry to see you, but a newspaper man is the last man in this whole world that I would care to tell this story to."
"Well, but see here, Merriwell," responded Matthews, earnestly, "a newspaper man isn't a born fiend, you know; I'm not likely to forget that I'm a graduate of Yale, and I certainly am not going to hurry off with an item to my paper that will bring you into any disgrace.