"Glad to see you," and Ford shook hands. "What are you hurrying for?" "Oh, nothing much," responded Page, awkwardly. "I didn't know but you were trying to run away from that examination that old Babbitt has got up," said Ford. "Say! that is a nasty blow, isn't it?" "It will bother a good many of us, I reckon." They were standing on the sidewalk, and while they were talking Page was keeping his eyes out for some other friend. There were no other students in sight, and he began to feel a little ashamed of the small trick he had played on Frank. "I guess I'll go and let him out," he thought, "Ford will do as well as anybody else to see the fun." So he said aloud: "Come down to my room a minute, Ford; I've got something to show you." "I wish it was a case of beer," remarked Ford, falling in with him and walking along, "or perhaps it's something better than that?" "It's nothing to drink, but it's something better than that, just the same." "Tell you what I wish it was." "What?" "Babbitt's examination paper." "Great Scott! why don't you wish you owned the earth?" "I do." "You might as well wish that as to think of getting hold of Babbitt's paper. There isn't a secret society in Yale, you know, that is closer than an examination paper. There's hardly a case on record where one has been got in advance." "Oh, I know it," said Ford, in a mournful tone; "of course it's hopeless to think of getting hold of the paper, and I hadn't any idea of trying to, but that's the only thing that's worrying me just now, and so I spoke of it." "Merriwell doesn't seem to think the thing's going to be very serious," said Page. "He wouldn't think anything was serious," answered Ford. Just as they were entering the house where Page had his room, Prof. Babbitt came out. They had seen Instructor Frost go out and turn in another direction a moment before. The students touched their hats to the professor, wished him good-morning, and passed in. Prof. Babbitt grumbled a surly reply, and turned away toward the college. Page wondered as he went upstairs whether Frank had kicked down the secret door to the chimney. "It would be just like him," he thought. "Confound him! I wouldn't much blame him if he did!" The minute he came into the room he glanced at the chimney. "It's all right," he said to himself, and he felt a little triumphant. "It isn't often a fellow can catch Merriwell, and although it's a small kind of a trick, it will be something to speak of hereafter." "Well, this is a snug sort of place," remarked Ford, looking around the room. "The ceiling is a little low, but the window seats are broad and you've got soft cushions. I don't see anything the matter with this; where's your bedroom?" "Over there," responded Page, pointing to a door. "What do you think of this?" and he pointed to the chimney. "It takes up some room," was Ford's comment; "but you've got plenty of that to spare." "You know what it is, don't you?" asked Page.