eam
and the drowsy hum of insects for a lullaby he went to sleep.

When he awoke the shadows had lengthened perceptibly and Chub was not in
sight. From the cramped condition of his neck and arm he judged that he
had slept hard and long. He got to his feet and called softly. There was
no answer. Evidently Chub had wandered further along stream. Roy waited
a while, then, as it was fast approaching supper-time, he started home.
As he reached the fence back of the athletic field Chub jumped into the
road a few rods above and hurried toward him.

"You're a great one," called Roy. "I waited almost half an hour for you
to come back there."

"I'm awfully sorry," said Chub. "You see I couldn't get even a nibble
there and so I thought I'd go on up-stream. You were having a lovely
sleep and I hated to wake you. I tried two or three pools and found
nothing doing. Didn't get even a bite all afternoon. And when I got
back you were gone. What did you do with Tom's pole?"

"Tom's pole?" echoed Roy blankly.

"Yes, did you leave it there? I couldn't see it."

"Why, it wasn't there! At least, I don't think it was. Are you sure you
didn't take it with you?"

"Sure; I only had my own. That's funny. It's too late to go back now.
I'll go up in the morning and see if I can find it. If I can't I'll have
to buy him another one."

"I'll do the buying," answered Roy. "You borrowed the old thing for me."

"Nonsense; it's my funeral. You said you didn't want it, and I insisted
on getting it for you. Well, maybe I'll find it. Come on, we'll have to
hurry a bit."

CHAPTER XXII

THE POACHING

When Otto Ferris had happened into the Senior Dormitory in time to see
Tom Forrest hand his fishing-rod to Chub he had thought nothing of it.
And when, having found the book he was after, he returned to the Campus
and ran into Horace he mentioned the incident as a mere bit of
unimportant news; on a drowsy Sunday afternoon nothing is too slight to
serve as conversation. Horace settled himself with his back to a big elm
tree and thought it over.

If Doctor Emery should learn of the fact that Chub and Roy had gone
fishing he would promptly punish them. But the punishment would be
something not worth considering. But if, by chance, the two boys were
detected fishing on private property, say on old Farmer Mercer's
territory, they would suffer badly; they might even be expelled. Horace
didn't want anything as bad as that to happen to Chub, for h