"It's nothing to drink, but it's something better than that, just the same."
"Tell you what I wish it was."
"What?"
"Babbitt's examination paper."
"Great Scott! why don't you wish you owned the earth?"
"I do."
"You might as well wish that as to think of getting hold of Babbitt's paper. There isn't a secret society in Yale, you know, that is closer than an examination paper. There's hardly a case on record where one has been got in advance."
"Oh, I know it," said Ford, in a mournful tone; "of course it's hopeless to think of getting hold of the paper, and I hadn't any idea of trying to, but that's the only thing that's worrying me just now, and so I spoke of it."
"Merriwell doesn't seem to think the thing's going to be very serious," said Page.
"He wouldn't think anything was serious," answered Ford.