they'll make some tremendous blunders before they decide that
honesty is the best policy. But I'm glad you found out. Now, tell
me all about it, Frank," and the coach put both hands on the
shoulders of the young athlete, in whom he had taken great
interest.

Frank made a wry face.

"There isn't much to tell. No _veni, vidi, vici,_ about this,
for, while I came, and saw, I didn't conquer by a long shot. The
fellow dropped down out of the tree, and made off, with me tagging
behind. Then he discovered me, and ran. I followed suit, and was
rapidly overtaking him, when we reached the road that turns toward
the one along the river bank leading to the Clifford bridge."

"Yes, and then?" continued the coach, expectantly.

"I lost him! He had a wheel hidden in the bushes, and pedaled
away, giving me the laugh as he went out of sight. That's all,
sir," concluded Frank.

"Did you get a square look at the fellow?" inquired Mr.
Willoughby.

"Enough to make sure that he didn't belong in Columbia, so far as
I could tell. I guess he came from Clifford, all right, sir."

"Well, it makes little difference, so long as we know the signals
are off. Forewarned is forearmed, they say. Forget all about it,
my boy, and we'll fix matters so that we can profit from our