"No!" exclaimed Simpson.
"But I say yes. Some fellow has let the cat out of the bag, and if Gus doesn't have a fight on his hands before he goes to bed I am no prophet. Nellis is just red-hot and still heating."
"Does he—does he know who—" stammered Simpson.
"Yes, he knows all about it. Come up here."
If Johnny Parker had heard this he might have known how to account for Bob's extra strong pulling.
CHAPTER III.
SCOTTY'S PLAN AND HOW IT ENDED.
"I say, Simp," continued Scotty, in the same cautious whisper, "don't you hear me? Come up here. We must get Gus out of this scrape, if there is any way to do it."
Simpson thought no more about the boat-race. Trembling for fear of the exposure that was coming, and the investigation that would be sure to follow close upon the heels of it, in which his name would bear a prominent part, he darted into the building and hurried up the stairs to his dormitory. At the door he met Scotty, whose usually stolid face was all aglow with excitement and triumph. A brilliant thought had just occurred to him.
"Simp," he hurriedly exclaimed, "the only way to get Gus out of this trouble is to destroy the evidence against him."
"What evidence is there?" asked Simpson.