"I may not be so nice as you and Fletcher and Devoe and a lot more of your sort, but I'm not an out-and-out rascal and traitor! And I didn't think you'd put that on me, by Jove! I've no love for some of the fellows in this college, nor for Mills, and I wouldn't care if we got beaten--" He paused.

"Yes, I would, too; I want Robinson to get done up so hard that they'll throw that cheat Brill out of there.

But I want you to understand right here and now that I'm not cad enough to sell signals." "I beg your pardon, Tom," said Paul earnestly.

"I didn't think it of you.

Only, when Brill said he'd seen you and that you were feeling sore, we--I--" "Oh, so it was Fletcher that suspected it, was it ?" demanded Cowan.
"No more than I," answered Paul stoutly.