en giving him a severe poke in the ribs. Preston perched the
hapless boy against his chamber door with the injunction to get to bed
the best he could. Swipes turned helplessly to his room-mate.

"Look here, Spuddy, help a fellow, will you? Just give me my pyjamas."

"Get them yourself!" retorted Preston, shoving Dillon into his
bed-chamber. "It's a nice mess we're in with the 'Parson' gone."

With a disgusted kick at Swipes he left him reeling desperately once
more. Dillon swayed forward from the center of the room toward the
doorway. He had heard as in a dream Spuddy's parting shot about fellows
getting drunk and forgetting how to act. Suddenly the floor rose up and
hit him on the nose, but the polished boards, so bright that he could
see his face in them, fell back politely, leaving Swipes standing,
looking helplessly about him. Every piece of furniture, bed, bureau,
table and chairs, flew around and around him in the wildest disorder.

His eyes reeled after them, in their flight through the room. Around and
around past the bed to the door--once Swipes thought they would fly
through. Bracing himself to catch the flying bed, he came up with a bang
against the beveled mirror which broke and splintered under his weight.
He was lying in the ruins when some one came and put him to bed.

The regret of the little freshman the next morning when the dismal news
of the missing president came to him was intensely genuine. They told
him that the whole town had been searched, but that Graves had
disappeared as completely as if he were no longer on the earth.

* * * * *

When Dan Jordan left Frederick Graves on the corner of Ithaca's main
street, the young president began to search for his three classmates.
Shorts and the other two must be somewhere near for Dan had told him so.
He turned to the left, walking toward "Jay's" resort, where with his
knowledge of the three little freshmen's habits, he would probably find
them. It was a nuisance to be followed about and guarded as if he were a
criminal, yet he would go through anything rather than be absent from
the banquet.

Suddenly he felt a bag thrown over his head and he was dragged
completely off his feet. Then with much force he was shoved into a
carriage, a heavy hand held over his mouth. He heard a pair of horses
whipped into rapid motion. Frederick could not imagine in which
direction he was being driven, for the constant turning of corner