It seemed unjust that John Thorwald, after his long years of hard physical toil, and his mental struggles, often after hours of grinding work, at the very time when the five thousand dollars from Henry B. Kingsley's heirs promised him a chance to study without a body tortured and exhausted, should be forced again to take up his stern fight for knowledge. And it was cruel that Thor, just awakening to the true meaning of college life, striving to grasp campus tradition, and eager to serve his Alma Mater in every way, should have so little time to mingle with his fellows. He should be with them on the campus, on the athletic field, in the dorms., the literary society halls, the Y. M. C. A. He should be realizing the golden years of college life, the glad comradeship of the campus. Instead, he must arise in the bitter cold, gray dawn, and from then until late night toil and study unceasingly. "It's a howling shame!" declared the serious Hicks, a heart full of sympathy for Thor. "Just as he wakes up and is trying to understand things at old Bannister, bang! the _Norwhal_ is blown up by a stray mine, and down goes his dad's money. Why didn't Mr. Thorwald get the five thousand transferred to the _Valkyrie_? Oh, if that money hadn't gone down to Davy Jones' locker, Thor would be awakened and have time for college life, too!" Butch Brewster started to speak when the thunderous tread of John Thorwald sounded in the corridor. The Prodigious Prodigy seemed approaching at double-quick time, and the youths stared at each other. However, when Thor appeared in the doorway, a letter in hand, they gazed at him in bewilderment, for his face fairly glowed. "Read it, fellows, read it!" he breathed, with what, for him, was almost excitement. "It just came! Oh, isn't that good news? Read it out, Captain Butch. Won't we wallop Ballard now!" Big Butch Brewster, mystified by Thor's happiness, and urged on by his equally puzzled comrades, drew out the letter, and a glad smile coming to his honest countenance, he read aloud: "THE NEW YORK-CHRISTIANIA. STEAMSHIP LINE (New York Office) "Nov. 18, 19--. "MR. JOHN THORWALD, JR., Bannister College. "DEAR SIR: "We beg to state that your father, first mate on our liner, the _Valkyrie_, three days outbound from New York to Christiania, sent a message, _via_ wireless, to our New York offices by the inbound Dutch Line's _Rotterdam_. The _Rotterdam_ relayed the message to us, and we forward it herewith, _verbatim:_ "'DEAR SON: Purser of my ship, the _Valkyrie_, informed me today that the purser of the ill-fated _Norwhal_, learning of my transfer to this liner, transferred my $5,000 to the _Valkyrie_ before he sailed to his fate. I am sending this _via_ the _Rotterdam_, inbound, and our office will forward it to you. Will write on arriving at Christiania. Father.' "We are sorry for the delay in forwarding this message, but through an accident, it was mislaid in our office for a few days. "Yours truly,