mar as yet.

"Have any of the rest of you bearing the initials J. S. a translation in
your desks?" the doctor asked. "I will take your word for it."

"No, sir," answered Sawyer and Sharpe.

"I have none, sir," said Jack, "but if you wish to search my desk you
are at perfect liberty to do so. In fact, I will search it myself."

"That is not necessary, Sheldon," replied the doctor quickly, but Jack
was already hunting through his desk, taking out everything at hand in a
rapid fashion.

"Of course it is not!" sputtered Harry. "No one accuses him of----"

"Here is a translation, sir," said Jack, suddenly, when he came to the
bottom of his desk, "but I need not tell you that it does not belong to
me. It is a Caesar."

"Sheldon has been out of Caesar all this term," exclaimed Percival. "It
is absurd to think that the pony----"

"Might it have belonged to you at some time, Sheldon?" asked the doctor,
not noticing Dick's interruption. "I do not say that it did, you
understand."

"No, sir, it might not. I never used a translation in my life and never
will!"

Jack was hurriedly examining the book as he spoke and now noticed that
the fly leaf was torn out, evidently in haste, the edges being ragged
and a bit of writing on one of them.

"This bo----" was on one line and "erty of" on the next.

"I give you my word of honor, Doctor, that this is not my property,"
said Jack, "but I would like to keep it for the present," and he put the
little book in his pocket.

"Very well, Sheldon," said Dr. Wise. "You are clearly exonerated from
this charge."

"But Jack has something up his sleeve as well as in his pocket, believe
me," whispered Billy Manners to Arthur.

CHAPTER XVII

THE MATTER SETTLED

Lessons were resumed and no more was said concerning the charge against
Jack or any of the boys having the same initials, Sawyer and Sharpe
being ready to turn out their desks for the doctor's satisfaction but
not being required to do so.

Jack's friends did not believe in his guilt, even without his saying
that the book was not his and they all regarded the affair as a very
clumsy one.

"Whoever it was ought to know that Jack was not in Caesar," said Harry.
"If he had put in a translation of something Jack was doing at this time
there would have been more reason."

"And nobody sends an anonymous letter who has any spunk," muttered Billy
Manners. "The doctor would have done right to have paid no attention to
it b