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walked over to the mantle, and, almost reverently, took down the fussy, ticking clock. It seemed to make more noise than usual, but perhaps this was because the room was so quiet, or perchance they had become used to the rather gentle tick-tock of the mahogany timepiece. The quarter-back turned the clock over and over.

"Yes, it's ours, all right," he finally announced.

"Did you have any doubt of it?" asked Tom.

"Some," admitted Phil. "There have been so many queer things happening, that I don't know whether or not to believe that we are really here, that we exist, and that there is such a place as Randall College."

"There won't be, if Langridge's father and those other lawyers have their way," declared Sid, solemnly.

Phil was still closely examining the clock, turning it over and over, and listening to the tick.

"Well, what's the matter?" asked Tom. "Do