"Easy," counseled Tom. "Do you know what that paper was?"
"I should say I do! Give it to me at once! You may keep the chair if you like, but give me the paper!"
The man was getting more and more excited.
"That paper," said Tom, calmly, "was a missing quit-claim deed to property owned by Randall College. The loss of it entailed a lawsuit which is still pending. We found the deed, and, of course, that brings the suit to an end."
"Where is that deed?" demanded the man, angrily. "It was in my chair, and I want it."
"It was in the chair—it isn't now," said Tom. "It is where you can't get it—in Dr. Churchill's safe, and Randall College is rid of her enemies!"
"Give—me—back—my—deed!" fairly howled the man.
He seemed as if he would strike Tom, but the plucky end faced him fearlessly. Suddenly from outside came a burst of cheers. They welled to the ears of our heroes.
"The Boxer Hall crowd!" exclaimed Phil. "They're here for the big game! Come on, fellows! Now to play for our lives!"
Once again came the burst of cheers. Looking from their windows, our friends could see a crowd of Boxer Hall students, arriving in big stages, which they had hired. Their cries of
