o'clock this evening, at which time it will come before the faculty conference. And now, Laurence, let me have those names once more." He drew a scratch-pad to him and poised a pencil. "You say Elkins Thurston struck you and that Proudtree, Browne, and—who else was there?"
"Lew Cooper and Gordon Simkins were there when—right afterward, sir, and I guess they saw it."
"Thank you. That is all, then. I shall have to ask both of you to remain in bounds until this matter is—ah—settled. Good morning."
"But—but, Doctor, I'm—I'm on the baseball team, sir!" exclaimed Laurie in almost horrified accents. "We play this afternoon!"
"I'm sorry, Laurence," was the reply, "but until you are more frank in your answers I shall have to consider you under suspicion, also."
"Well," said Laurie bitterly, when they were outside, "you certainly have made a mess of things!"
"I!" exclaimed Ned incredulously, "I've made a mess of things? What about you?"
"Me? What could I say?" countered Laurie hotly. "I did all I could!"
