"there's a good deal of mystery going on around these diggings."
"How's that?" inquired Frank with a smile.
"Banbury's crowd are up to something, and I feel sure it concerns you in some way."
"I can't understand how that can be."
"Nor can I," said Ritchie; "but one of our scouts says they were hobnobbing late into the night. That Gill Mace went to town last evening and sent off a rush telegram somewhere. This morning the crowd are buzzing like a lot of bees, whispering together and looking at you, and Mace walks around with his eye in the direction of the town, as if he expected something to happen. Look there, now—what's up?"
Gill Mace had hurried toward the campus of the school to meet a man coming up the road. Accompanying the latter and acting very important and excited, he advanced across the campus toward the spot where Ritchie and his friends stood.
"That's the boy," pronounced Gill Mace in a loud tone, pointing to Frank.
"Is your name Jordan?" demanded the stranger of Frank.
"Suppose it is?" inquired Frank.
"Then I've come to arrest you, that's all," said the man. "I'm a constable, and the charge is stealing and having in your possession a certain dia-
