Aram went up to the schoolroom, and taking Archag aside, whispered in his ear what had happened, and Ghevont and Garabed were soon made acquainted with the story. Ghevont turned pale; he had received a packet of patriotic songs the evening before, and had not yet been able to convey them to the central committee in town. The others, too, had some compromising literature in their trunks, some of Raffi's novels, and the rules of their Society. For a moment they looked at one another in great perplexity. "I have it," said Archag at last, under his breath. "Let us take all these books to Monsieur Bernier, and ask him to take care of them for us." Aram breathed a sigh of relief. "That's a fine idea! Do you think he will consent?" "We can try, anyway," said Garabed. The four boys went up to their dormitory on tiptoe. They hastily tossed to one side their articles of clothing, and pulled out books and newspapers helter-skelter, covering them over with a cloth. The most important publications they hid under their zoubouns, which made them look like some sort of grotesque creatures with strange humps and deformities on back and chest. Monsieur Bernier gazed at them in astonishment, as they entered his room. "What is all this?" he asked. Ghevont explained the situation briefly, and asked if he would be willing to take care of their books until all danger was past. Monsieur Bernier consented without hesitation; he was heartily glad to render this service to his young friends, and they appreciated his kindness. The next morning before the boys had finished dressing, the president entered the Sophomores' dormitory. "Open your trunks," he said; "some of you are in possession of books forbidden by the government, and it is necessary for me to find out which boys are guilty." The boys obeyed, trembling. Aram and Archag exchanged significant glances behind the president's back; they were congratulating themselves on their foresight in taking the books to Monsieur Bernier at once, for if they had waited till morning, it would have been all over with them. Needless to say, the search proved fruitless. Dr. Mills made a thorough investigation in all the dormitories, but the only contraband article he could find was a pot of jam which Soghomon was keeping concealed under a pile of socks. He then went back to his house. The evening before, Soghomon had brought him the "Droshak" which had been found on the campus, and he suspected Ghevont of being the guilty person. A few days later, he called a meeting of the faculty to obtain a vote on the question of the expulsion of Ghevont and several other members of the Junior class. Professor Pagratian opposed the measure, but in vain; in the inmost recesses of their hearts the other masters revolted against the idea of sending away intelligent and studious boys whose only fault had been a loyal love of their country and a little imprudence, quite excusable at their age; but they dared not say so.