Releasing his astounded roommate, he went tearing across the campus to meet the carriage. "What's happened to our staid and dignified president?" cried the Gutter Pup in wonder. "Is he crazy?" "Oh, say, fellows," exclaimed the Kid, overcome by the humour of the situation, "who do you think that was?" The carriage had now stopped before the Dickinson, and Turkey, arrived in time, was helping out a tall, slender figure in black. A light flashed over the group. "Beauty's sister." "No!" "Yes." "Impossible!" "Beauty's sister it is," cried the Kid; "and the joke is, she's a stunner, a dream!" "A dream!" piped up the inevitable Snookers. "Well, I guess! She's an all-round A-No. 1. Gee! I just got a glimpse of her at a theatre, and I tell you, boys, she's a paralyser." But his remark ended on the air, for all, with a common impulse, had disappeared. Snookers, struck with the same thought, hastened to his room. Ten minutes later they reappeared. Hickey, in a suit of pronounced checks, his trousers carefully turned up _à l'Anglais_, glanced approvingly at the array of manly fashion. "And now, fellows," he said, pointing to the Chapel, which Turkey was entering with Miss Sawtelle, "that traitor shall be punished. We'll guard every entrance to Memorial, capture our friend, 'Chesterton V. Sawtelle (absent from bath),' relieve him of that little dance-card, and then, Romans, to the victors belong the spoils!" The Kid having delayed over the choice between a red-and-yellow necktie or one of simple purple, did not appear until Hickey had stationed his forces. Taking in the situation at a glance, he chuckled to himself, and picking up a couple of books, started for the entrance. "Lucky it's Hungry and the Egghead," he said to himself as he passed them and entered the Lower Hall. "Hickey would have guessed the game." He called Sawtelle from the second form, and, slipping his arm through his, drew him down the corridor. "Sawtelle," he said, "I want your sister's dance-card. There's some mistake, and Turkey wants to fix it up. Thanks; that's all. Oh, no, it isn't, either. Turkey said he'd be over after supper to take your sister to the debate, and that he had seats for the Dramatic Club to-morrow. Don't forget all that. So long! See you later." In high feather at the success of this stratagem, he skipped downstairs, and avoiding Hickey, went to meet Turkey in the Chapel, where he was duly presented. When Sawtelle emerged at length from the study-room, he was amazed at the spontaneity of his reception. He was no longer "Beauty" or "Apollo" or "Venus." "Sawtelle, old man," they said to him, "I want to see you a moment." "Chesterton, where have you been?" "Old man, have you got anything to do?"