worth it. Get to work—and we'll think about squaring up afterwards."
In a minute more all three of the boys were writing as rapidly as their fingers could travel over the paper. Roger was the best penman of the three and finished several minutes before the others. He began to walk up and down the room, whistling softly to himself.
"Yes, I go in for squaring up with old Haskers," he said, rather loudly. "He's about as mean" And then he stopped short, as the door swung open and the second assistant appeared.
"Huh!" he snorted. "Were you alluding to me, Master Morr?" he demanded.
Roger stammered, and his face turned red.
"Her—here are the words," he stammered.
"Two hundred, eh? Well, you may write a hundred more, and after this be careful of what you say." And then Job Haskers turned to Dave and Phil. "That is all right, you two can go."
"Can I stay with Roger?" asked Dave.
"No, I shall remain here myself," was the cold answer, and then Dave and Phil had to leave.
"I'll wager Roger feels like hugging him," was Phil's comment. "He will want to get square now, sure."
The two boys went out on the campus for awhile and then up to their dormitory, where they found a small crowd assembled, some talking, and a few
