He had grasped the situation at a glance. The
professor with his captive remained a long while and the latter was
compelled to repeat the quail call time after time in hopes that the
other victim would respond. But the moaning of the pines was the
only answer. Finally the professor and his prisoner started for the
college. Paul slid down the tree and taking a shorter cut, was deep in
his books when they entered. Though strongly suspected, he escaped that
time, the poor captive receiving a double dose. Stockie was generally
unfortunate enough to get more than his share of punishment, but he was
thoroughly loyal to his friends and never murmured. It was customary,
when a boy had misbehaved himself or broken any rule, to send him to
the president's room where either reprimand or a thrashing awaited him.
One day a professor called Stockie during recess and said:
"As you are a good, swift runner, I want you to go over to the
President's room and ask for his letters. I want to put them in the
mail bag. The coach will be starting in a few minutes."
The president was not in his room and Stockie availed himself of the
chance to view the pictures hanging around the walls. The president
had just made the discovery that several of the boys had utterly ruined
some growing tobacco that he had been experimenting on, so he was in
bad humor when he entered his sanctum.
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