ceived word of what was going on, and he asked me to accompany him here. We have seen a sad sight. What Doctor Wallington will say when he hears of it, I cannot tell. I am afraid, however, that he will deal severely with the offenders."
"Professor Blackie, what you say is a riddle to me," answered Songbird. "I don't understand you at all."
"Then come with me, and perhaps you will understand," was the instructor's reply, and he led the way to the rear of the deserted house.
All of the students and Professor Sharp were now outside, on or near the back porch. Tom had recovered his senses, and Sam had obtained for him a drink of water from an old well. Much to the astonishment of the students, the professor had caught sight of a liquor flask in Tom's pocket, and had snatched it away.
"Here is evidence you cannot deny!" cried Abner Sharp in triumph. "All but empty, too!" he added, after shaking the flask and smelling of it.
"How did that—that get in m—my pocket?" mumbled poor Tom. He was still hazy in his mind.
"You probably know better than anybody else," retorted Professor Sharp. "And you can
