The talk was of a general character for a while, embracing football and other college sports, and Songbird was disappointed. But presently Jerry Koswell began to chuckle.
"I can't help but think of the way I put it over Tom Rover," he exclaimed. "I'll wager old Sharp will make him suffer good and proper."
"Maybe they'll suspend Rover," said Bart Larkspur. "But that would be carrying it pretty far, wouldn't it?"
"They won't suspend him, but he'll surely be punished," came from Dudd Flockley. "By the way, are you sure it was a photo of Sharp's best girl?"
"Yes; but she isn't a girl, she's a woman, and not particularly good-looking at that," answered Jerry Koswell.
"Well, Sharp isn't so very handsome," answered Larkspur. "His nose is as sharp as his name."
"I suppose Rover will wonder how somebody got hold of that case of pencils and crayons," remarked Flockley. "If he"
"Hello, Max!" cried a voice from behind the bushes, and the next moment a stout youth landed on Max Spangler's back, carrying him
