Irish lad. "It ought to be easy to get someone to work in at left guard, where I play."
"We can't get anyone to beat you," spoke Dan, sincerely. "Well, I'm going."
"If you see our old armchair walking around the campus, send it home," requested Phil, earnestly.
"Sure!" chorused his chums.
"Seriously though, fellows," said Tom, when the delegation had left the room, "we've got to do something. Let's go out and make some inquiries. It was a nervy thing for anyone to do, to come in here and carry off our chair. I don't believe it was any freshmen."
"Neither do I," agreed Phil. "Wait until I dress and I'll be with you."
"Same here," added Sid.
"Oh, I can't wait!" cried Tom, impatiently. "I'll go out and see what I can learn. You fellows come when you get ready. We've got plenty of time before grub."
Tom's first act was to seek out Wallops, one of the assistant janitors, or messengers, about the college. From that youth he inquired whether he had seen anyone taking the chair away, or whether he had heard of it being removed in a joke.
"What, you mean that old big chair that was
