"It was Harry's scheme, Roy. She told her mother and Mrs. Emery got the Doctor to issue that order about having the fellows unlock their trunks. But Harry knew that if Horace had the sweater he'd try and get rid of it before the examination. So she told Jack and me to come up here right after breakfast and hide where we could see what was doing. Well, we did. We got under Gallup's bed where he couldn't see us and waited. We hadn't been there five minutes before up comes little Horace. He looked around mighty carefully, you bet, and then he unlocked his trunk, dug down to the bottom of it and pulled out the sweater. Jack nearly whooped when he saw it!" "That's right," agreed Jack. "I came near spoiling the whole show!" "So Horace tiptoed over to your bed, lifted up the mattress and stuck the sweater underneath. Then he lit out. And he doesn't know yet that we saw the whole thing!" "I knew he had it!" muttered Roy. "Gee! I'm awfully much obliged to you chaps." "You want to thank Harry, I guess," said Jack. "It was her scheme." "That's so," said Roy. "Harry's a wonder! I suppose she's at school now. Too bad, for she was dying to know what was going to happen and I promised to come over as soon as I could and tell her." Mrs. Emery smiled knowingly when she came to the door and Roy handed the sweater to her, but she only said that she'd be very glad to draw the hole together for him and that Harry would be delighted to hear that it was found. "I'll tell her as soon as she gets home from school," she added. "And--and please thank her for me," said Roy. "Is the Doctor in?" asked Chub "No, he's gone to town," was the reply. "But he'll be back very shortly. Will you come in and wait?" "No 'm, thanks. We'll come back again at noon," answered Chub. And when they had left the Cottage he turned and thumped Roy triumphantly on the back. "Practice at three, old chap!" he cried. Roy smiled happily. Then, "I suppose he will let me off?" he asked doubtfully. "Who? Emmy? Course he will! What's he got against you now? Both Jack and I saw Horace put the sweater there, and we know that he was away from school Sunday afternoon. What more proof is wanted?" "We've got Horace done brown," said Jack. "Emmy won't do a thing to him!" "Kind of hard luck, too," said Chub, "with the race coming off in the morning; for of course Emmy will yank him out of the boat the first thing." "Then we'll lose the race, won't we?" asked Roy. Chub shrugged his shoulders. "Sure to," he answered. "I'm kind of sorry for Horace, but he deserves every bit of it. It was a mean trick to work." Roy was silent a moment. Finally, "Well, I don't care so much now that I've got my sweater back," he said thoughtfully. "Care about what?" asked Jack. "Oh, the rest of it; being on bounds and--and not playing to-morrow," answered Roy. "You see, I'd just about made up my mind that I wasn't going to play, anyhow."