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 knit as if the safety of his young classmates and the honor of the university were resting upon his shoulders they laughed outright.

Jeremiah had organized a relief expedition to return the corpse to its resting-place. The question was how to get it.

The next afternoon the gang happened, by design, to be sitting under a tree by Jeremiah's open window.

Preston Brown was saying, in a voice almost trembling with emotion: "Fellows, I tell you there's no use trying to bluff it out any longer. We can't do it! As the old man says, the loss will be discovered by the widow sooner or later; then there will be the deuce to pay! I don't want to end my college course in prison."

This caused a sad silence.

"I wish we'd never touched the old grave," said one of the others mournfully. "I didn't realize the full significance of it until the old man talked to me. What do you think we ought to do—take it back, as he says?"