ou can't do it here. That's a matter to be fixed in court."

"Und dot train going by a mile a minute, I bet you!" gasped the
German ruefully.

"Come along, lad," urged Hemingway gently. "On Saturdays court
opens at one o'clock. We'll get right up there and see this matter
through."

"I bet you've see dis matter through---right through someone,
ain't it?" exploded Herr Schimmelpodt, ranging himself on the
other side of the young prisoner.

As they went along the German, using all his native and acquired
shrewdness, quickly got at the bottom of the matter.

In the meantime indignant Dave Darrin was telling all he knew
about the business to an indignant lot of High School youngsters
in the day coach.

"You keep your upper eyebrow stiff, Bresgott," urged the warm-hearted
German. "I see you through by dis business. Don't you worry."

"Thank you, but it isn't the arrest that is really bothering me,"
Prescott answered. "It's the feet that I'm fooled out of playing
this afternoon. And Darrin and I had been trained for so many
special tricks for today's game that I'm almost afraid my absence
will make a difference in the score. But, Herr Schimmelpodt,
if you want to help me, do you really mind dropping in at the
store and telling my father, so that he can come down to the court
room? Yet please be careful not to scare Dad. He has a horror
of courts and criminal law."

"I bet you I do der chob---slick," promised the German, and hurried
away.

"There goes a man that's all right, from his feet up to the top
of his head," declared Officer Hemingway.

On the streets Dick's appearance with Hemingway attracted little
notice. Folks were used to seeing the High School reporter of
"The Blade" walking with this policeman-detective. The few who
really did notice merely wondered why Dick Prescott was not on
his way to the Tottenville gridiron today.

When Hemingway and his prisoner reached the court room there were
only two or three loungers there, for it was still some minutes
before the time for the assembling of the court.

Presently Bert Dodge and his friend, Bayliss, dropped in. They
glanced at the young left end with no attempt to conceal their
feelings of triumph. Bert looked much the worse for wear.

Dick returned their looks coolly, but without defiance. He was
angry only that he should have been cheated of his right to play
in that big game.

Then in came the elder Dodge, only just back from a san