"Well, let him go. A good riddance," commented Ritchie, when he was informed of the fact. "His crowd needs a further cleaning out, though. I suggest a law and order vigilance committee. There's going to be a rooting up of all the cads and sneaks around here, if I have my way. This is a decent school; we've got a grand old fatherly president, and the fellow who can't have fun without meanness has got to leave, that's all."
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"A box, you say?" observed Frank Jordan one day, as Bob Upton came up calling.
"Yes," returned Bob excitedly.
"Just arrived?"
"While you were out on the campus. Came by express, and directed to Mr.
Frank Jordan, as big as life. What do you suppose it is?"
"Maybe some fruit from my folks in the South," suggested Frank. "What was in the box?"
"It's light. I shook it—nothing to indicate."
"Where is it?"
"I took it up to your room. Hey, Ritchie, and you, Foreman—come and be witnesses before Frank sneaks a box of goodies under cover."