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132 "I—I don't know."

"Did you tell Gus Plum?"

"No."

"Let us teach him a lesson," put in one of the other students. "Tie his hands behind him."

This was done, and a minute later some one else took a pillow-case and tied it over Macklin's head, that he might not see.

"Don't—don't smother me," pleaded the sneak.

"We won't smother you, Macklin. Now be still."

"But I wasn't going to do any harm," whined the sneak.

"To play the part of a sneak is bad enough for anybody."

"We ought to duck him in the river," came from one.

"Hang him up by his heels in the gym.," added another.

At these suggestions Chip Macklin gave a deep groan.

"Don't do it—please, don't do it!" he cried. "Let me off this time and I'll never—never spy on you again!"

"That's what you said last spring," answered Phil. "If you had had the chance to-night, you'd have gotten us into a whole lot of trouble."

"I've got an idea," whispered Roger, and then he called all of his companions to one side. A