CHAPTER V
THE CLUE
Frank Simpson stared at the Boxer Hall lad for a moment, and then sank back in the chair which Sid Henderson had replaced for him. Harry seemed to breathe easier, and certainly there were looks of relief on the faces of his companions.
"A joke?" repeated Frank, grimly. "Well, if that is your idea of a joke, all I have to say is that your early education was sadly neglected. Fellows, I guess it's my treat. Some more of those seltzer lemonades, waiter," and turning his back, with studied indifference, on the Boxer Hall lads, Frank began to chat with his friends.
There was an uneasy movement among the students from Boxer Hall.
"I tell you he insulted me!" Harry could be heard to fiercely whisper, as he made an effort to rise.
"Now you sit right still!" said Dave Ogden, firmly. "If there was any insulting done, it was on your part first. I tell you to drop it. Randall is our rival, in more ways than one, but no one ever yet accused her of unfair tactics—least of all
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