“Why?” asked Fernando.

“We should have taken the clothes back to the captain.”

Fernando, who was in total ignorance of the manner in which the uniform was procured, asked: 

“How did you get them?”

Terrence told him the whole story, and Fernando, despite his wretched headache, laughed until the tears coursed down his cheeks.

“That’s not all, me foine boy.  The whole thing is out.  The papers printed this morning are full of it.  They say the captain was seen just before daylight goin’ down the street to his boat with a sheet wrapped about him.”

Again the youngsters roared.  It was such a madcap frolic as students, utterly reckless of consequences, might engage in; but, after all, it was a serious affair.  The clothes had to be returned; then the perpetrators of the outrage would be known at the college, and they might be expelled from the institution in disgrace.

The clothes were returned.  That was a point of honor which Fernando insisted upon, as he would neither agree to steal or wear stolen goods.  For a day or two he was indisposed, and good, honest Sukey was afraid his friend was “going to be real sick.”  On the evening of the second day after their madcap frolic, Fernando told Sukey all about it and asked his advice.  After the tall young westerner had heard him through, he said: 

“Well, Fernando, I am sorry you were in the game at all; but you are in it, and now the best thing is to go to the college and make a clean breast of it to the president.  It’s your first, you know, and then a fellow just from the woods like us is liable to stumble into bad scrapes.  Make a clean breast of it and keep out of such games in the future.”

This was really the best advice that could have been given, and Fernando, after consulting Terrence, decided to follow it.  Consequently they all three presented themselves to the president of the faculty and, in the best way they could, laid the story before him.  Terrence brought all the pathos and eloquence which he naturally possessed to the aid of his friend and got both of them off pretty well.

The old professor was one of the best-hearted men in the world, and when he came to contemplate the lonely condition of the boys so far from home, he forgave them freely, and Fernando went out of his presence resolved never to be guilty of another unseemly trick again.

“Now, if that divil’s own ship the Xenophon would only lave port, I’d fale better,” remarked Terrence as they wended their way to their rooms.  Fernando could not see any harm the Xenophon could do them.  The president of the college had forgiven them, and surely they need not care for the ship.

The students entered ardently into their studies, and Fernando tried to forget everything about the mayor’s ball save the beautiful face of Morgianna Lane.  She was the only sweet picture in that wild dream, and he would not have forgotten her for the world.  Time wore slowly on.  A week had passed, and all the papers in the country were nagging the captain about going to his vessel in a winding sheet.  A wag wrote some verses which must have been galling to the pride of the haughty Briton.