"Charlie Gibbs, I arrest you in the name of the law!" shouted Jenkins, melodramatically.
Bitterly the man protested, but before the cold facts uttered by Mr. Bronson, he grew silent.
"What time is it?" asked Fred.
"Two forty-five," replied the lawyer.
"Can—can I go to the game?"
"Yes, I'll drive you."
"You needn't. I can get a horse from Farmer Brown, and ride in quicker." And like a flash, the boy was away.
CHAPTER XXV
ANOTHER VICTORY—CONCLUSION
Obtaining the horse without trouble, Fred galloped toward the campus.