That afternoon on their way home Bill and Garry met Frank Sherwood, Bill's brother. The change in Frank since he had been cleared of the charge of theft, falsely brought against him by Gyp Mooney and Sandy Podder, was amazing. He had learned his lesson and had cut loose entirely from his former wild associates. He had recovered all of his old pep and ambition and was making remarkable advance in his studies in the medical school, from which he had run down to spend the week end with his family. "How are you, Garry?" Frank greeted him. "Fine," replied Garry as they shook hands. "I needn't ask how you are. You look like a million dollars." "I'm feeling fit and studying hard," smiled Frank. "I'm mighty glad to learn that you and Bill have got out of your trouble at the school. It was a dirty trick those fellows played on you, and I'm glad they got what was coming to them. I've no more reason to love Sandy Podder than you have." "I know you haven't," replied Garry, with a smile. "All the same," went on Frank, "you want to keep your eyes peeled. Those fellows will do you mischief if they can." "On general principles I suppose they would," replied Garry. "But I've got something more specific than general principles to go on," warned Frank. "I saw Sandy and a pal of his on the train by which I came in this morning." "You did?" returned Garry, with a quickening of interest. "Yes," replied Frank. "They got on at a way station, came in at the back of the car I was in, went past me and took the seat right in front of me. They didn't notice me, but I knew Sandy at once. I ought to know him," he added grimly. "But what I'm getting at is this. They got to talking together earnestly. I didn't pay any attention until I heard them speak your name, Garry. That interested me, especially as they were calling you all the names in the calendar." "I can imagine some of them," laughed Garry. "Swellhead was the mildest of them," stated Frank. "I put my paper up in front of me so if they turned around they wouldn't know who I was. They were talking rather low, and what with that and the rattle of the train I couldn't get many connected sentences. But I got enough to know that they were trying to put a raw deal over on you." "That's their favorite outdoor sport," said Garry dryly. "Did you get any dope on what it was this time?" "Not clearly," replied Frank. "But I caught certain phrases. 'Big bets' was one of them. 'The Wimbledon game' was another. Then there were 'sure thing,' 'all fixed,' 'can't lose.' And I heard the names of Anderson and Bixby. I don't know who they are. Do you?" Bill and Garry looked at each other significantly. "We know them," replied Bill. "Anderson was fired from Lenox High along with Sandy Podder and Lent Stewart. Bixby is still there."