next meal was coming from, nor to consider what they should wear. They gave orders to their tailor for suits, and their uncle, as a generous father might have done, footed the bills. It was the same way with their college expenses. “But I guess this is the end of college,” remarked Frank, as he and his brother were each packing a small valise. “It looks like it,” Ned agreed. “Yet, maybe it will do us good to shift for ourselves.” “I’m not worrying about it,” was the response of the other. “We have the best part of the 33 summer before us and something will surely turn up before then. Besides, we’ll get work in New York, I’m sure of that.” 33 “I guess so,” asserted Ned, with the easy assurance of happy, healthy youth. The boys had carried out the plan so hastily decided on. They had consulted with their friend, the lawyer, and he had advised it. They had also written to their uncle and received a reply. He advised them not to lose all hope of some day getting back their fortunes, but he admitted that the outlook was not at all bright. “Matters down in that South American republic are more and more complicated,” he wrote. “They are accusing me of all sorts of things, such as stirring up revolutions, and supplying arms to the enemies of the government. I tell you this so you will be able to discount any stories you may read of me. “I think your plan of going to New York, and trying for work is a good one. Certainly there will be more opportunities than in Ipswhich. But take good care of yourselves. I can do nothing for you, and I can only say, over and over again, how much I regret investing your money as I did, with my own. But at the time, it seemed perfectly safe, and it would have been but for treachery. I was betrayed, and if I could get 34 the evidence I could prove it, and regain our money. But that is too much to hope.” 34 “Yes, I suppose so,” sighed Frank. Following the receipt of this letter the two boys sold their motor boat, and with the money thus received, and with a small supply they had on hand, they laid their plans. The dear old house was closed, save for one room where the legal officer in possession remained, “camping out,” as he expressed it. He