"What I heard a while ago."
"What did you hear?"
"Heard Flockley, Koswell and Larkspur talking together. Koswell said he had fixed you, and that you were having a bad half hour with the president."
"Where was this?"
"In the library. I was in an alcove, and they didn't see me. I was busy reading some poetry by Longfellow—fine thing—went like this"
"Never mind. Chop out the poetry now, Songbird. What more did they say?"
"Nothing. They walked away, and I—er—I got so interested in making up verses I forgot all about it until now."
"I wish you had heard more. Do you know where they went to?"
"No, but I can look around if you want me to."
"I wish very much that you would. I can't leave, or I'd go myself."
A few more words followed, and then Songbird went off to hunt up the Flockley crowd. On the campus he met Max Spangler.
"Yes, I saw them," said the German-American student in answer to a question. "They
