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THE WINNING TOUCHDOWN
Slowly the portal was pushed open, and, there, standing in the hall, was Professor Emerson Tines, with a small valise in his hand.
At the sight of the confusion that reigned in the proctor's well-ordered apartment a look of amazement spread itself over the face of the Latin instructor. His jaw fell, and the valise did likewise. Then he snapped his teeth together, there came a glinting light into his eyes, and with a frosty smile he spoke.
"Good evening, young gentlemen," he said, as he stepped into the room.
"Caught!" murmured Dutch, as he let a picture swing back into place. "Caught!"
