"Why," answered Baker, "Browning came in, you remember, just before we started in on Merriwell's essay?"
"Yes. I wondered what he wanted."
"Well, he came in to say how he had heard that Miller, the cigar dealer, had it in for Frank, and that we'd better look out lest Miller take advantage of the initiation to put up some dirty job. Of course I meant to tell you about it before you took the neophyte to the street, but Prof. Adler's interruption drove it clean out of my mind. I didn't think of it until I was half through with Rattleton, who was the neophyte in my party.
"I see you've got through to-night all right, but it'll be just as well to look out——"
Baker stopped, for there was something in the expression of the faces before him that aroused his curiosity.
"What's the matter?" he asked, suddenly.
They told him and he listened with growing indignation.
"It must have been Miller!" he exclaimed, at last. "Didn't any of you fellows recognize him?"
Now that Miller's name was mentioned the students thought that they did recognize him, but they could not be sure of it.
"We must find out about it!" said Baker, earnestly. "This thing has not only endangered a student's life, but it has put all secret societies at Yale in danger of their existence.