kicked, so he dropped his hold and Nat Poole speedily retreated to a safe distance.
"You unharnessed my horse" began Job Haskers.
"I never touched your horse—I don't know anything about your horse," exploded Nat.
"Didn't I catch you?"
"I just came from the library. I left a pair of skates in the gym., and I was going to get them. I've been in the library for half an hour," went on the dude of the school. "It's an outrage the way you've treated me. I am going to report it to Doctor Clay." And he started for the front door of the school.
"Wait! Stop!" called Job Haskers, in sudden alarm. "Do you mean to say you know absolutely nothing about this?"
"No, I don't."
"Somebody came out here while I was in the Hall and unharnessed the horse."
"Well, it wasn't me, and you had no right to pounce on me as you did," grumbled Nat Poole. "I am going to report it to Doctor Clay."
"Stop! I—er—if I made a mistake, Poole, I am sorry for it," said the teacher, in a more subdued tone. "Have you any idea who could have played this trick on me?"
"No, and I don't care," snorted the dudish pupil. "I am going to report to the doctor and
