"Reade, why should there be such scoundrels in the world ?" "The president is all but completely gone to pieces," Reade confided to his chum.

"Say, but I'm glad Mr.Newnham himself isn't the one who has to get the road through in time.

If it rested with him I'm afraid he'd fizzle.

But we'll pull it through, Harry, old chum---we'll pull it through." "If this thing had to last a month more I'm afraid good old Tom would go to pieces himself," thought Harry, as he watched his friend stride away.

"Tom never gets to his cot now before eleven at night, and four thirty in the morning always finds him astir again.