"I knew we could make a rowing crew in one season with the material we had."
"Faith, an' ye did, me lad!" declared Bricktop, while Housenlager feebly punched Tom in the ribs, a bit of horseplay that our hero was too tired to resent.
"Someone to see Mr. Parsons!" called Wallops, the college messenger, who was helping out at the boathouse. He peered into the anteroom of the dressing apartments.
"I can't see anyone now," declared Tom. "Who is it?"
"He says his name is Farson, and"
"The jeweler!" cried Tom. "Show him in!" and he came from under a shower and grabbed up some garments. "There must be something doing!" he added to Sid and Phil, who had heard the words.
Somewhat bewildered by the athletic throng about him, the jeweler entered.
"Where are you, Mr. Parsons?" he asked.
"Here!" cried Tom. "What is it?"
"Everything! I have just received word from the police that they have arrested that pawnbroker. He has all the Boxer Hall cups, and most of the other jewelry. Nearly everything is recovered. All but that old-fashioned brooch you told me about. That he says he never had."
