you often become grossly
intoxicated, and that you were so when lured aboard the _Crested
Foam_ by Barney Lynn. Under these circumstances, you cannot expect
that I will longer permit your attentions to my daughter. I ask
you, therefore, not to try to see her again, and not again to call
at my house, where you are most unwelcome. If there is any spark of
manhood or gentlemanliness left in you, you will respect my wishes
and commands in this matter. Yours,

"FAIRFAX LEE."

The Kansan stared at the paper as if he could not believe his eyes,
while a flush of hot displeasure crept into his dark face.

"Who has been telling him that?" he growled, jamming the note down on
his table, and then picking it up to read again. "I'll break the neck of
the man that did that. 'Not try to see her again?' Well, I don't think!
I allow I shall see her every chance I get, and whenever I choose, and
I'd like to tell Lee so. Why, what----"

He got up from the table and began to walk back and forth like a caged
tiger. He was sure that some enemy had struck at him in this way.
Suddenly he halted, and the pupils of his eyes contracted.

"Ah!" he snarled. "I reckon that was the work of Don Pike. He said he'd
strike me in a way that would be worse than if he hit me with his fist,
and this is what he meant! Well, I'll settle with you, Pike, for that,
and don't you ever forget it! You won't forget, either, I allow, when
I'm through with you. That's whatever!"

He crumpled up the note, hastily stuck it into a pocket, jammed his hat
on his head, and left his room hurriedly, locking the door. He did not
stop in the campus. It was filled with Yale fellows, and the fence in
front of Durfee Hall was crowded. He saw here and there men whom he knew
well, and who nodded to him. He hardly took time to return the
greetings.

"What's the matter with Badger now?" rumbled Browning. "He is charging
along like a blind bull at a fence."

"Why do you ever notice what the fellow does at all?" Bart Hodge
grumbled.

"Well, even cranks are interesting," said Dismal Jones, also looking
curiously after Badger.

"Curiosities likewise," remarked Danny Griswold, puffing at his
cigarette. "And since our dear Merry has just about adopted this wild
bull from the plain, my interest in him as a curiosity has increased."

"As a guess, I should say he is hunting somebody to fight," said
Diamond.

"Then he will be accommodated in