ardly
reached the gateway of the grounds when he turned around and came back
again.

"Forgotten something, I suppose," said Dave, who had been watching.

Job Haskers ran up the steps of the Hall and disappeared.

"Come, Roger, quick!" cried Dave. "We'll unhook the horse!"

The senator's son understood, and in a trice he followed Dave outside.
It was rather dark, so they were unobserved. With great rapidity they
unhooked the traces and unbuckled the straps around the shafts.
Fortunately the horse did not move.

"Wait, we'll fix up the seat for him," said Dave, and lifting the
cushion he placed some snow and ice beneath. "That will make things warm
for him."

"I'll put a cake of ice in the bottom, too, for his feet," said the
senator's son, with a grin, and did so, covering it partly with the
lap-robe. Then the lads hurried into the school.

Soon Job Haskers came from the Hall with a small packet in his hand. The
boys watched from some side windows and saw him leap into the cutter. He
took up the reins.

"Get ap!" he chirped to the horse, and gave a quick jerk on the lines.

The steed did as bidden and began to move out of the shafts of the
cutter. At first Job Haskers could not believe the evidence of his
eyesight.

"Hi! hold up!" he yelled. "What the mischief! Who did----" And then his
remarks came to a sudden end. He tried to hold the horse back, but could
not, and in a twinkling he was dragged over the dashboard and landed
head first in the snow of the road. Then the horse, no doubt startled at
the unusual proceedings, started off on a trot, dragging the teacher
after him.

"Whoa, I say! Whoa there!" spluttered Job Haskers. "Whoa!" and he tried
to regain his feet, only to plunge down once more, this time on his
face. Then he let go the reins and the horse trotted off, coming to a
halt near the campus gateway.

If ever there was an angry man that individual was Job Haskers. He had
intended to make an evening call on some ladies, and had spent
considerable time over his toilet. Now his beautiful expanse of white
shirt front was wet and mussed up and he had a goodly quantity of snow
down his back.

"Who did this? Who did this?" he cried, dancing around in his rage. "Oh,
if I only catch the boy who did this, I will punish him well for it."

He looked around sharply, and at that moment a student chanced to come
around the corner of the Hall, on the way to the gymnasium building.
Job Haskers leaped toward