"The faculty can do with him what it likes," remarked Babbitt, crossly, "when I've handed in the marks on this paper." "I must say it doesn't seem to me to be fair," said Frost. "I don't care for any opinion of that kind," retorted Babbitt. "Then I don't see why you asked me for any at all." "Well, well," and Babbitt seemed to be struggling with his temper, "you and I won't dispute about it. You've got your work and I've got mine. I asked you about this paper because I thought you'd sympathize with me in my design." "I can't sympathize with you in it, Prof. Babbitt, and I wish if you're going to give an examination that you would give one of the usual kind, including in the questions, problems that cover the entire year's work, and so get an idea----" "The idea I want to get will come from the answers to these questions, Frost." "Then I suppose I couldn't persuade you to make up another paper?" "No, sir; I'm going to take this to the printer at once, and by to-morrow morning the copies will all be here in my room, where I shall keep them until the hour for the examination." "I'm sorry you told me about it," said Frost. "Why?" "Because I think well of Merriwell and the others----" "I suppose you'd like to warn them of what's coming." "Prof. Babbitt!" Frost spoke in a loud tone; he was evidently very angry. "Oh, well," exclaimed Babbitt, "don't fly in a rage at that suggestion; of course I know that you won't betray any secrets of the faculty. I simply said that I supposed you'd like to warn that rascal, Merriwell." "You've no right to think even as much as that!" returned Frost, "but you may be very sure that whatever I wish to do I shall not expose the questions on that paper. Good-day, sir." "Good-day," said Babbitt, and immediately afterward there was a slamming of a door. Then Frank heard the professor grumbling to himself, but what he said could not be made out. A little later there was the sound of a door opening and closing again. Prof. Babbitt had doubtless started to the printer's with the examination paper. Frank then resumed his trip up the chimney. He had heard no sound from Page's room, and he was just as determined as before to turn the joke upon his classmate. As he passed the level of Prof. Babbitt's room he saw that the fireplace of the chimney had been closed in the same way as in Page's room, but in this case the door was not a secret one, and at the moment it stood partly open. This was what enabled him to hear so plainly the conversation between the instructors. When he came to the chimney top he squeezed through without much difficulty, and dropped out upon the roof. The next question was as to getting down to the street, but to an athlete like Frank, there was little difficulty in that problem.