"It was Ralph who said that. He heard Lef laugh when she cut me, as if it tickled him. If I could only get proof that he's been telling yarns about me, I'd soon settle old scores with him. But you won't try to make up, will you Helen?" "Certainly not! I'm the innocent party. Minnie chose to give me to understand that she'd prefer to go out with Dottie this afternoon. I just turned away and came straight home. I think she called out after me, but I wouldn't turn my head an inch. I shall decline to ever speak to her again until the time comes when she apologizes. There!" and Helen stamped her little foot on the floor, for emphasis. Frank sighed, and went back to the library, where Ralph was chatting with Mr. Allen, always deeply interested in the strange life story of the boy from Paulding. Three times that evening Frank went to the telephone and held a little confab with some unknown parties. Each time when he came back he would be smiling in a way that mystified his friend, who wondered what the particular business could be that took up so much of his time. But then, a captain of a school football eleven, on the eve of a great struggle, must have no end of difficulties to straighten out; and doubtless Frank found much to talk about with the various members of his team. Helen had come down again, and showed nothing of the dreadful shock her feelings had sustained when her one particular chum so basely deserted her. She sang for Ralph, and the three of them also joined their voices in many of the school songs dear to the heart of all Columbia students. "Ten o'clock, and time I was getting away to my little den," remarked Ralph, at last; for even the best of evenings must come to an end. "Wait just a few minutes," said Frank, mysteriously. "What's all this? You're up to something or other," laughed the other. "I'm waiting, that's all," returned Frank, calmly. "Waiting for what?" "To hear the signal--there it is!" as three distinct knocks sounded on the outside of the house. "Why, whatever does it mean, Frank," asked the visitor, as he arose to get his cap: for they were again in the little den Frank called his sanctum, where he kept all his beloved traps connected with the sports he delighted in, most of them decorating the walls. "They're all on deck, thank goodness! And now it's safe for you to go home," was the rather startling remark of the other. Ralph looked at the speaker a moment, and then, as a light dawned upon his comprehension, he burst out into a genuine, hearty, boyish laugh. "Say, you don't mean to tell me you've gone and got a bodyguard to escort me to my own dear little home, do you, Frank? Well, of all the pranks, this certainly takes the cake! What do you think, that they're already getting down to their fine little work, and mean to kidnap me?" he exclaimed, greatly amused.