"Who are you, may I ask? I do not remember seeing you before."
"I am Dave Porter. Link and I went to Oak Hall together."
"Ah, I see!" Mr. Merwell drew a long breath and nodded his head knowingly. "Dave Porter, you said. And who are these young men?"
"My school chums, Roger Morr and Phil Lawrence."
"Indeed! Then you are the young men who caused my son so much trouble—caused him to be sent away, in fact," continued Mr. Merwell, and he glared hatefully at the three lads.
"It was Link's own fault that he was sent away," answered the senator's son. "If he had behaved himself he would have had no trouble."
"Oh, of course, it is natural that you should shield yourselves. But I know my son, and I know he is not the person he has been made out to be by Doctor Clay and others. It was an outrage to allow the other boys at the school to get him into trouble as they did, and I have written to Doctor Clay to that effect."
"Your son was entirely to blame," said Phil, bound to stand up for himself.
"He can be thankful that he was let off so easily," added Dave. "If it hadn't been for the
