"I—I—I don't know whether to tell you or not," whispered Chip. "It's awful—dreadful!" He looked around, to make certain nobody else was near.
"What is awful?"
Again Chip looked around. "You won't say that I told you, will you? I suppose I ought to tell somebody—or do something—but perhaps Plum wouldn't like it. He can't be left out where he is,—he might freeze to death!"
"See here, Chip, explain yourself," and Dave's voice became somewhat stern.
"I will! I will! But it is so awful! Why, the Doctor may suspend Gus! And I thought he was going to reform!" Chip Macklin's voice trembled so he could hardly frame the words.
"Will you tell me just what you mean?"
"I will if—if you'll try to help Gus, Dave. Oh, I know you'll help him—you did before! It's such a shame to see him throw himself away!"
Dave looked the small student in the eyes and there was a moment of silence.
"I guess I know what you mean, Chip. Where is Gus?"
"Come on and I'll show you."
The pair hurried downstairs. In the lower hall they ran into Shadow.
"I "was looking for you, Dave," said the story-
