No one cared to visit the principal on such an errand.

Corporal punishment was never resorted to in the Bridgeville Academy, but the doctor's dignified rebuke was dreaded more than blows would have been from some men.
"What do you think it is, James ?" asked Mark, uneasily.
"I think it's the saloon," answered James, in a low voice.
"But how could he have found it out?
No one saw us go in or come out." The billiard saloon was at some distance from the academy building, and for that reason the two boys had felt more secure in visiting it.
"I'll tell you how it came out," said James, suddenly.
"How ?" asked Mark.
"You remember Frank saw us coming out day before yesterday." "He said he wouldn't tell." It was not very difficult for Mark to believe anything against Frank, and he instantly adopted his companion's idea.
"The mean sneak!" he said.

"I'll come up with him! I'll tell my father not to give him any money for the next month.

I'll---I'll get him to apprentice Frank to a shoemaker! Perhaps then he won't put on so many airs." "Good for you! I admire your pluck!" said James, slapping Mark on the back.

"You are true grit, you are! Just teach the fellow a lesson." "See if I don't!" Mark nodded his head resolutely, and went into the presence of Dr.
Brush, thirsting for vengeance against his stepbrother, who, he felt persuaded, had informed against him.
If Frank had known his suspicions he would have been very much surprised.