Jimmy Green and his chum Tinkle had made their plans. They were going fishing. It is sometimes a matter for wonder why small boys will go fishing, seeing that they seldom catch any fish, and don't know what to do with them if by chance they manage to secure a few. Still, that matters nothing. Jimmy and Tinkle were going fishing, and were busily preparing a wonderful and fearful assortment of tackle and bait. Bait! They had worms several inches long, and what they called paste--a fearsome concoction of bread and clay kneaded together into little balls. And they had a landing-net. We mention this for two reasons. First, because of its size--it would have held a small salmon--and then because it was destined to aid in landing some queer fish. We may not say of what kind yet--but the point to remember is that they had the landing-net. And Jimmy Green and his chum were discussing the problem of Charlton's guilt, and their small minds appeared to be fully made up. "I just believe every word he says!" declared Green; and Tinkle nodded his fat little head. "So do I!" he said. "Those two chaps are awful cads--dreadful cads!" continued Green, with much warmth; and again Tinkle nodded. He did not believe in the exertion of talking, unless it was absolutely necessary. "I wonder," he said slowly, as he pushed back a particularly lively worm into the bait-tin--"I wonder, Jimmy, if we ought to tell what we know about that note? I often wonder that." But Jimmy was still firm upon that point. "What's the good? If we had the note now we might do it. But suppose they treat us as they have treated Charlton, and say they did not go there? How are we to prove it? And we let out that we have been there ourselves. It ain't no good, Tinkle. I would tell if I thought it was; but it isn't, and there is no getting away from it." "I suppose it ain't," was Tinkle's regretful answer. "Well, come on, Jimmy! I think we have got everything we want, and we may as well have all the time we can." "Where shall we go?" inquired Jimmy Green. "Oh, the pool below Becket Weir," answered Tinkle; "where Elgert nearly got drowned." "Very well; come on, and let us see if we have any luck." And the two young anglers set out, little dreaming what a very queer fish they were going to catch that day. And what of Elgert and Dobson? Mean lads that they were, they were delighted, and congratulated themselves upon their astuteness. True, they had not got possession of Ralph's papers, and had failed in so far as spoiling his chances for the medal went; but they had got Charlton into fine disgrace. It was wonderfully smart upon their parts, they thought; and, as if to add to their good fortune, Dobson had a little scrap of paper brought to him by a town urchin--a message from Brown of the cake-shop, to the effect that the latter had been successful in obtaining the "article" he had inquired about; but that the price would be seven pounds for it, cash down.