CHAPTER XXIV
CLEANING UP
The constable of Bellwood drew back a trifle at the warlike demonstration of Dean Ritchie and his friends. He probably had heard of the treatment of some of his kind who had been mobbed, ducked and sent home inglorlously when they had tried to interfere with the sports of the students at the school.
"Hold on, fellows," said Frank quickly, moving his champions aside. "This man is only doing his duty."
"There's the president!" exclaimed Ned Foreman, and he ran forward to the front of the academy, where Professor Elliott had just been driven up in a carriage.
"I will go with you," said Frank, ranging himself up by the side of the officer. "I would like to speak to Mr. Elliott first, though."
"Certainly," acceded the constable willingly,
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