“Well, what would happen if he could make good his claim?” asked Sid.
“I don’t know, but I suppose the heirs could say the college was theirs, being built on their ground, or they could tear it down. But I don’t rightly know,” concluded Wallops. “Probably it will be known after the meeting.”
“More trouble for old Randall!” groaned Tom, as he and his chums watched the gathering of the solemn professors.
[CHAPTER XII]
THE MISSING DEED
Bad news, they say, travels fast, and certainly it must have made a record trip throughout the length and breadth of Randall that afternoon.
Tom and the others had scarcely changed from their football togs into ordinary clothes before half a score of their fellows demanded to know if they had heard the rumors that were flying around.
“We sure have,” replied Tom. “How much truth is there in them, Jerry Jackson?”
“I don’t know,” replied the Jersey twin.