"You know well enough, you young reprobate!" stormed the instructor.
"See here, Professor Sharp, I'm neither a rascal nor a reprobate, and I don't want you to call me such!" cried Tom, growing angry himself.
"You are, and I will have you to understand"
"I am not, and if you call me bad names again I'll—I'll—knock you down!" And Tom doubled tip his fists as he spoke.
"Rover, be quiet!" exclaimed Doctor Wallington, so sternly that both Tom and Professor Sharp subsided. "I'll have no scene in this office. You must behave yourself like a gentleman while you are here. Professor, you must not call a student hard names."
"But this outrage, sir!" spluttered the instructor.
"We'll soon know the truth of the matter."
"I'd like to know what you are talking about," said Tom. "I haven't committed any outrage, so far as I know."
"Didn't you do this?" cried Abner Sharp, and thrust under Tom's nose a photograph of large size. The picture had once represented a fairly good-looking female of perhaps thirty years of age, but now the hair was colored a fiery red, and the end of the nose was of the same hue,
