"Here comes the human interrogation point!" exclaimed Morse, when they
were almost at the trolley line.

"I thought he wasn't coming back to school," remarked Tom, looking
around.

"He did say he wasn't, but I guess his folks made him. He wanted to
branch out for himself and be a lawyer, I believe. He sure would be
great on cross-examining witnesses with the way he asks questions,"
finished Morse with a laugh.

A small lad was approaching the two friends on the run, and, as he
neared them, he called out:

"Hello, Morse! Say, Tom Fairfield, when did you get in? Did you have
a good time? I hear you went camping and discovered a hidden treasure.
Did it amount to much? How much did you get? Where's Jack and Bert?
Are you going in for football? Where are you rooming?"

Tom and Morse came to a stop. They eyed each other solemnly. Then Tom
said gravely:

"Isn't it a shame; and he's so young, too!"

"Yes," assented Morse with a mournful shake of his head. "I understand
that his case is hopeless. They are going to provide a keeper for him."

"Say, look here, you fellows!" exclaimed the small lad. "What's eating
you, anyhow? What do you mean by that line of talk?"