"Who was it?" exclaimed the boys, eagerly.
"Wait a minute," said Jones. "He said the printer accidentally struck off more than was necessary, and he got the copies in that way."
"What way?"
"Oh, I don't know, I didn't ask particularly, because"—Dismal hesitated a moment—"because, well, I'm not putting up a front for being a preacher, or a goody-goody boy, but I didn't quite fancy taking part in a cheat like that, and I told him so.
"Besides that, I couldn't see any reasons why he should give this favor to me: he and I have never been chummy, and I don't believe that he got them from the printer, either."
"Well, well, who was it?" demanded Rattleton, excitedly.
"Ford."
"Ford, of all men!"
"Yes, he was the fellow."
"It's just as Merriwell says," said Page. "Ford is crazy to lead the class, and he will take any means for getting a paper."