"I'm not a betting man," said Turner. "Moreover I don't want to take your money."
"Quitter," retorted the Codfish. "I'll bet you for fun, money or beans."
"I haven't had any fun for the last three weeks. I have no money, and beans are scarce."
"Then I'll show you, anyway. Read the News in the morning," and grabbing a handful of manuscript the Codfish dashed out the door, slamming it vigorously behind him as was his habit.
An hour later, just as the boys were about to turn in for the night, Jim, the University officer, pushed the door open and entered.
"Hello, boys," said the officer, seating himself in a big armchair and puffing with the climb of three flights of stairs. "Do you have a fellow named Gleason rooming here, a News heeler?"
"Sure," said Frank, "that's the Codfish."
"Yes, yes," said the officer. "Well, he's been pinched."
"What, arrested?"
"Sure thing. He's down at the lock-up now. Captain just telephoned me to see if I could locate his friends."