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quarter-back let himself down critically and easily into the chair. He was not in it more than a few seconds, ere he arose quickly.

"It seems to fit, just as our chair did," he said, with a puzzled air. "I can't tell"

"It's not our chair," insisted Tom. "Of course when you sit in it it doesn't feel any different. But look here!"

He tilted it over backwards with a sudden motion.

"What are you trying to do?" indignantly demanded Sid. "Break it?"

"I'm going to look under the seat," replied Tom. "Don't you remember how I nailed a board on last term to hold it together?"

"That's right," agreed Sid. "And I put on a cleat near the back legs. See if that's there, Tom."

Tom had the underside of the chair exposed to view now. Eagerly the lads peered forward. To