"If I catch sight of it, I'll blow it to pieces," he said to George Strong.
A long search followed, and then came a sudden cry from a corner of the dormitory.
"There he is!"
"Shoot him, Captain Putnam!"
The master of the Hall took aim and came up slowly. Then he suddenly dropped the barrel of his shotgun, stepped forward, and took hold of the snake by the tail.
"It's a stuffed snake," he said. "It belongs in the case in the laboratory."
"A stuffed snake?" queried Tad Sodder, and when he realized the truth he was the maddest boy in that school.
"See here," said the master of the Hall, turning to Dick. "Was this what you saw last night?"
"No, sir," was the prompt reply. "What we saw was a real, live snake."
"Indeed it was," said George Strong.
"Are you sure this one is from the case in the laboratory, Captain Putnam?" questioned Andrew Garmore, one of the teachers.
"Yes, I know it well. Besides, here is the label on it."
"Well, I looked at the case early this morning and it was filled as it has always been."
"It's a trick on me!" roared Tad Sobber, angrily. "Just wait, I'll get square with some-
