"Promoted is the word," said the Codfish proudly. "I have the honor to announce to you, since you didn't read it for yourself, that I'm to guide the destinies of the third Freshman crew henceforth." "I'm glad I'm not on it, then," said Turner. "And," continued the Codfish undaunted by Turner's shot, "in about a week I'll land in the seat of the first eight. They are very fond of my style down there at the boathouse." "Your line of talk I suppose is so overpowering that the crew rows hard to get away from it." "Don't be sarcastic, Armstrong. It doesn't fit your particular style of beauty. You are peeved because you can't make the Freshman football team, and, of course, I don't blame you, but try not to be jealous of me." Frank laughed. "Go it, old bird," he said. "We're too fond of you to be jealous, but remember the old proverb: 'Pride goeth before a fall!'" "Watch me," said the Codfish. "Proverbs don't fit my case," and the Codfish busied himself over a pile of correspondence. "Why such industry?" inquired Turner, after a few minutes of silence broken only by the scratching of the Codfish's pen. "Read it in the _News_, my son. I'm going to have a red-hot scoop to-morrow." "Let us in on it." "Not on your life." "Has it anything to do with prehistoric horses?" "Nothing at all. Better than that. This one will make them all sit up and take notice. There ought to be about ten thousand words credit in this one. I can see the road clear to an editorship on that ancient and honorable sheet. When I get on the Board, I'll see to it that all football games are very carefully reported, and that your glaring mistakes are not brought out too prominently." "Thanks, very much," said Turner, laughing. "You're a confident little rooster. For a man who talks so much you get very little into that same _News_, it seems to me." "I'll bet you I can get a front page article to-morrow." "I'm not a betting man," said Turner. "Moreover I don't want to take your money." "Quitter," retorted the Codfish. "I'll bet you for fun, money or beans." "I haven't had any fun for the last three weeks. I have no money, and beans are scarce." "Then I'll show you, anyway. Read the _News_ in the morning," and grabbing a handful of manuscript the Codfish dashed out the door, slamming it vigorously behind him as was his habit. An hour later, just as the boys were about to turn in for the night, Jim, the University officer, pushed the door open and entered. "Hello, boys," said the officer, seating himself in a big armchair and puffing with the climb of three flights of stairs. "Do you have a fellow named Gleason rooming here, a _News_ heeler?" "Sure," said Frank, "that's the Codfish." "Yes, yes," said the officer. "Well, he's been pinched." "What, arrested?" "Sure thing. He's down at the lock-up now. Captain just telephoned me to see if I could locate his friends." "What was he up to?" "Riding a bicycle on the Chapel street sidewalk."