stand- to-day, and that hasn't happened to the bully in a blue moon."
"Oh, well, I guess I can live if I don't get on the nine my first season here," spoke Joe. "I'll keep on trying though."
Thus the talk went on, chiefly about baseball, and gradually the strawberry pop was lowered in the bottles, and the pie was nearly consumed.
"Guess you had all your trouble for nothing, Teeter," remarked Tom. "We aren't going to be interrupted to-night."
Hardly had he spoken than there was the faint rattle of the door knob. It was as if some one had tried it to see if the portal was unlocked before knocking. Slight as the noise was, the lads heard it.
"Quick! On the job!" whispered Teeter. He crammed the rest of his pie into the fake book, as did the others.
"Study like blazes!" was Teeter's next order.
There came a knock at the door.
"Young gentlemen have you any visitors?" demanded the omnious voice of Professor Rodd.
Teeter placed the ends of the rubber tubes one in each of two glasses before Joe could answer.
"I heard voices in there—more than two voices," went on the Latin instructor grimly, "and
