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the door opened, and a stunning blonde walked into the room. She seemed
confused when she saw us, begged our pardon, and said she was looking
for her cousin, Danny Griswold. She had entered the wrong room by
accident. Harry offered to show her to Danny's rooms, but she said she
could find the way. Still she was in no hurry to go, and I began to be
rather nervous, for I did not fancy the idea of having a young lady
without a chaperon visit us. I feared it would become known, and we
would receive a reprimand. She was decidedly giddy, and she sat on the
arm of the easy-chair there and giggled and said it must be so nice to
be a boy and go to Yale. After a while I began to smell a rat. I got up
and took a closer look at her. Say, she was gotten up in great shape! It
was that little imp Griswold!"

"Well, what is your scheme?" asked Jack, smiling.

"It is to put Griswold onto Thornton. Let Danny rig up and see what he
can do. It's ten to one Thornton will think he has a new mash, and then
we can have any amount of sport with the fellow."

Jack looked more doubtful than ever.

"I don't see how that is getting square with him," he declared.

"If the game works, you can pretend to be in love with the same girl.
You can challenge Thornton to mortal combat. He won't dare meet you.
Then you can expose him, and if that will not be getting even with him I
don't know how you can get even."

This scheme did not exactly meet Diamond's approval, and Frank found it
difficult to induce him to agree to it. At last, however, Merriwell
succeeded.

"We'll have barrels of fun out of this," laughed Frank. "I feel in need
of a little fun to wake me up."

CHAPTER XV.

THORNTON'S "MASH."

Tom Thornton was alone in his room when there came a knock on the door.

"Come in," called Tom, without turning his head or taking his feet down
from the table on which they were resting.

As he had been out late the night before, he was not in a very agreeable
mood. He had sent for his tailor some time before, and he supposed it
was the tailor who had knocked and entered at his command.

"Well, here you are at last!" Tom growled. "I've waited long enough for
you, too! You are slower that molasses in midwinter! I suppose you want
to know what ails me now. Well, I'll tell you. That last pair of
trousers you made me are too short in the waist and too full around the
bottoms--that's what's the matter. I'd be mobbed if I should show mysel