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"I'll carry it away as the finest present I could possibly get," responded Ned warmly. "You don't know how I appreciate it."
There was no false pride or affectation about Ned Foreman, and Frank liked him better than ever for his manly actions. He did up the bundle for Ned. Then they had a general talk. An hour drifted by before they knew it.
"Saturday, remember," said Frank as they parted. "I want you to get in on some of the games and know all the good fellows who train with Dean Ritchie."
Frank sat alone at the window after Ned left him, reflecting very seriously.
"I couldn't tell him," he murmured; "at least, not yet. How do I know that I am right? Maybe I'm guessing it all out. Oh, dear, how I miss my father to go to with all my troubles and perplexities. I'd have a talk with President Elliott, only I don't want to bother him and make a lot of talk about things that may naturally right themselves in time. Hello, there's Bob."
Frank got up to greet his friend, who swung down the corridor and into the room, whistling.
"The very fellow!" exclaimed Frank. "I say, Bob, I want to ask your advice."
Chapter XVI
The Foot Race
"You want my advice?" asked Bob in some surprise.
"Just that, Bob," responded Frank Jordan.
"Huh -- no one ever asked that before. I'm afraid I'm not much in that line, but I'll do the best I can."
"All right. Sit down while I tell you a little story," directed Frank.
Bob had come into the room red and perspiring, as though he had just been indulging in some very violent exercise. He soon settled down to steadiness from sheer interest as Frank proceeded to talk.
Frank began at the beginning of quite a lengthy narrative. He recited the episode of the diamond bracelet. He described his first meeting with Ned Foreman. Then he brought his recital down to what he had seen and heard in the lonely hut the night of the hazing and while Bob had been fast asleep.
"You're some story-teller, and that all sounds like a story-book romance," commented Bob, when Frank paused in his narrative.
"I only hope it will end in the good story-book way," observed Frank. "This is all secret between you and me."
"Surely," assented Bob.
"I had to tell it to somebody, for it was worrying me dreadfully," confessed Frank. "You see, I'm in a dilemma."
"I do see that, Frank," nodded Bob seriously.
"I can't see it any other way, but this tramp and his friends, Jem and Dan, among them stole that diamond bracelet."
"I think so, too," said Bob. "Anyhow, judging from their talk you overheard they know where it is now."
"What had I better do? I am awful anxious to prove my innocence to the world."
"Why, I shouldn't hesitate a minute to have those three fellows arrested," exclaimed Bob.
"That wouldn't help the case any."
"Why wouldn't it?"
"They evidently haven't got the stolen bracelet with them."
"That's so, Frank."
"And I haven't the least proof in the world that they are the thieves. No, I must get about it in a different way."
"But how?"
"You see, this man Brady knows me by sight. He doesn't know you. Do you think you could locate the old cabin, Bob?"
"I don't think I could go direct to it," answered Bob, "but I am pretty sure that by hunting for it and making some inquiries I could find it."
"All right; try it, Bob. If you succeed, sort of spy around and you may pick up something that will give us an idea of what those men are about. You see, the fact of Brady being here makes me anxious on another score."
"What is that?"
"They mentioned the academy here. I am afraid that Brady has some plan concerning Ned Foreman."
"Say, Frank, it looks that way," declared Bob thoughtfully. "Why don't you tell Ned about it?"
"I don't want to worry him until I find out something more."
"I'll get on the track of that old cabin and those men first chance I have," promised Bob. "Say, Frank, I was coming to tell you I've just done a big thing, Dean Ritchie says."
"What is it, Bob?"
"You know we are going to have a baseball game and some other matches to-morrow."
"Yes, I know," nodded Frank.
"Well, there's a foot race scheduled. The crack runner of our crowd, Purtelle, is out of trim, and they were looking for a substitute. I don't want to brag, but about the one thing in the athletic line I can do well is running."
"Then you must try to fill the bill."
"I'm going to. Ritchie asked me to give them a test. It's a long-distance spurt -- twice around the track over in the meadow where they train their horses on the stock farm. I made the sample run just now. I don't know but what the crowd were guying me, but they seemed to go wild over it."
"Oh, I guess they're in earnest, Bob."
"I hope so, for that big bully, Banbury, is to be my opponent, and I'd do anything to take the conceit out of him and his crowd. Ritchie timed me, and said I had discounted the best record ever made by an academy runner."
"That's grand," said Frank.
"They took me to the gymnasium and gave me this pair of shoes for the ones I had on. They're going to grease up and soften my own shoes to make the running easier, they say. I hope I don't disappoint them."
"You won't, I am sure," said Frank encouragingly.