"How much will you take for him?" asked one of the guests, a twinkle in his eye.
Dick smiled. "I reckon he's not for sale at any price," was his reply as he put one arm around his protegée.
"That dog is going to school," remarked Jay. "He's slated to enter Brighton with us next month. He'll be the mascot of our athletic teams; but all the time he'll be the particular pal of chum and me. We have a special reservation for him in the academy stables."
Soon it was all over and the boys with their pet had withdrawn. It had been somewhat of an ordeal for the two modest youths, and they were glad when it was all over.
"Gee, I'd sooner be a prisoner in the Nautilus any time than stand up under that stuff," groaned Jay.
"Well, I should say so," re-echoed Dick.
But the big surprise was still in store.
"What do you suppose is in here?" smiled Jay, taking from his pocket the envelope that President Walter had given him. Dick followed suit.
"I have no idea; let's look."