"Not until they spoke to me."
"How did that happen?"
"Why, one of them caught my eye, looked at me sharply, and then asked politely if my name wasn't Mellor, and if I didn't belong to Yale. I felt kind of flattered at being recognized——"
"It made you think you were a great man, didn't it?" exclaimed Hill
"Oh, keep still!" said Frank. "Let him tell his story; this is important to all of us."
Mellor ground his teeth and exclaimed:
"You can't make me feel any worse about this than I feel already."
"We don't want you to make any confession, Mellor," said Frank, gently; "that isn't what we're after, for, unfortunately, I know only too well what you'd have to confess to.
"The point we want to get at is, what these Princeton men said, for I'm inclined to think that there's something of a conspiracy on foot to down Yale and the other colleges by unfair means."
Mellor looked a little puzzled, but answered: