"I am glad they think we are innocent," said Sam.
"They couldn't do anything else, knowing us as they do," returned his brother. And then he sent a note back stating that the reports were all falsehoods, and asking them to meet Tom and themselves on the following Saturday at Ashton.
"Perhaps Tom will have something to report by that time," said Dick.
The time to Saturday dragged miserably. The boys could not set their minds on their lessons, and as a consequence got some poor marks. For this Professor Blackie gave them a lecture.
"You ought to show your appreciation of what Doctor Wallington has done in your case," said the instructor.
"We can't settle down to lessons with this cloud hanging over us," answered Dick frankly. "It has got to be cleared away, or" he did not finish.
"Or what, Rover?"
"Or I'm afraid we'll have to leave, even if we are not dismissed," was the slow answer, and Dick breathed a deep sigh.
