This sensation on his part was due to the liquor he had drunk. It was a harmless preparation of hasheesh, a well-known Indian drug that, taken in sufficient quantities, is poisonous, but in small doses produces simply a half dream-like effect upon the mind that causes the time to seem intolerably long. It is a dangerous drug to fool with, but the preparation of it in this instance had been made by a senior who was the best student in college in the department of chemistry. He knew just how to put it together so that the effect on Miller's brain would not endure for more than two hours and would leave him entirely uninjured. As he expressed it: "It won't do him half as much harm as an ordinary jag, and he'll remember everything that occurs during the time that he's drugged, and everything that's done will impress him most seriously." Taking his fear and the influence of the drug together, therefore, Miller was in very ripe condition for the trial that then took place. It was really very brief, for knowing that the time was passing slowly to the victim, the students hurried through the proceeding in order to get more quickly to the climax. "Miller," said Baker, sternly, "you are accused of pushing Frank Merriwell in front of a moving car. What have you to say for yourself?" "I--I--I----" stammered Miller, very slowly. "If you're going to tell the truth," interrupted Baker, "you can take less time about it. We know the facts, for you were seen by four of us and recognized. We should have let the matter pass if it hadn't resulted fatally." "I didn't go for to do any real harm," answered Miller, the perspiration breaking out upon his face. "But you admit that you did do it?" "I just thought I'd give him a scare." "Very well, gentlemen," said Baker, calmly, "what's your verdict?" "Guilty!" thundered the students in chorus. Miller trembled so that the chains to which he was clinging rattled. "See here," he said, feebly, "I don't see how it could be fatal, for I heard that Frank Merriwell was seen around on the streets day before yesterday." "Then you doubt, do you, that your cowardly trick has proved fatal?" "How could it," asked Miller, "if he was going around just as usual? I think this is some infernal trick of you students----" "You'd better speak respectfully." "Well," stammered Miller, "I don't want to cause no offense, but you told me I could defend myself, and I ain't going to believe that Frank Merriwell was seriously hurt. I'm sorry for it if he was, and I won't do it again." "Take him down and let him see the body of his victim!" said Baker, in a solemn tone. Miller started so when he heard this that he almost fell out of the chain loop. The windlass creaked, and he was set down on the floor. Baker's command had set his fears going afresh, and he trembled so that he could hardly stand upright. A couple of students caught him by the arms and pushed rather than led him to one of the small rooms of the order.