TALKS WITH A KID BROTHER
to the surface. Only his clothes were on the bank where they had made him take them off, a pathetic little pile of clothes it seemed now. When carried back to his room a letter was found in the coat pocket. It was addressed to his classmates and said, "I cannot stand it longer. Good-by." The authorities were aroused. The college became excited. The newspapers got hold of it. It was telegraphed all over the country—big head-lines, many editorials. Detectives were put on the case. Finally, all but one or two of the Sophomores were rounded up. First they were brought in for a hearing before the President and expelled from college. The culprits were about to be turned over to the civil authorities, waiting outside the faculty-room. Pollington himself walked in.
He had swum under water across the canal and had come up noiselessly—a trick known to many swimmers—in the shadow of some bushes on the opposite bank. Then waiting there with only his nose above water until the Sophomores left in a panic, he quietly
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