CHAPTER XII.
SUSPENDED Dr.Brush was seated at a table covered with papers, in a large armchair.

He was an elderly man of dignified presence, not a petty tyrant such as is sometimes found in a similar position, but a man who commanded respect, without an effort.
Mark Manning and James Carson entered his presence a little nervously.
"Young gentlemen," said the doctor, gravely, "I am informed that you have violated one of the rules of the academy by frequenting a billiard saloon where liquor is sold." "Who told you, sir ?" asked Mark.
"That is not to the purpose," said the principal, gravely.
"But I should like to know who informed on me," persisted Mark.
"Whoever did so acted as your true friend, Manning; but there is no occasion for you to know who it was.

Is it true ?" Mark would have been glad to deny the charge, and would not have felt any scruples about doing so, if it would have done any good.

But it was clear, even to him, that he would not be believed, and that denial would only make his position worse.

So he made a virtue of necessity, and answered: "I have been in once or twice, sir." "Exactly how many times have you been to the saloon ?" "Three times." "What did you do there ?' "We played billiards." "Did you order anything at the bar ?" "Yes, sir," said Mark, reluctantly.
"Carson, you accompanied Manning, did you not ?" said Dr.Brush, turning to Mark's companion.
"Yes, sir." "And I suppose you also played billiards and drank ?" "Well, yes, sir, I believe I did." "You were aware, were you not, that it was against the regulations of the school ?" "I suppose it must have slipped my mind," answered James, trying to look as innocent as possible.
Dr.Brush frowned, for he saw clearly that this was but a subterfuge.
"If this were true," he continued, "it would be no excuse.