The stranger grinned.  “Seems to me,” he said, “all that is necessary then is for the gentleman with the ensanguined cheek to withdraw whatever derogatory remarks he may have injudiciously used.  What do you think?” He appealed politely to Clint.

“Yes, sir, I—­I suppose so,” Clint agreed.

“That’s so,” said Amy, “but he is also under treatment for lapse of memory, sir, or perhaps I should say for hesitancy of speech.  I am hoping that presently he will remember who did break the violin and tell us.  Have we your permission to continue, sir?”

“Hm.”  The man’s eyes twinkled appreciatively as he returned Amy’s ingenuous regard.  “I see that my offer of good offices was premature.  Pray let the argument proceed.  With your permission I’ll stand by and see that everything is as it should be.”

Dreer’s amazement was ludicrous.  “You—­you mean you’re going to let him knock me down again?” he demanded incredulously.

“Seems to me,” replied the stranger judicially, “it’s up to you whether he knocks you down.  Why don’t you turn the tables and do the knocking down yourself?  It’s a beautiful morning you’ve chosen, gentlemen.”

“I won’t fight, I tell you!” screamed Dreer.  “I’ll tell Fernald of this and you’ll all be expelled!”

“We won’t worry about that yet, Dreer,” said Amy.  “Come on, now.  Let’s get through with this.”

“Keep away from me!” Dreer cried.  Then he appealed to the stranger.  “Make him let me alone, won’t you, sir, please?  I—­I told him I’d do anything he said!”

“Oh, did you?” asked the man.  “Then hold on a bit.  What is it you want him to do, you chap in the shirt-sleeves?”

“I want him to acknowledge that he has been terribly mistaken about the school, for one thing.”

“You do acknowledge that, don’t you?” asked the man.

Dreer nodded almost eagerly.  Amy viewed him doubtfully.

“Perhaps it would be well for him to state that he considers Brimfield Academy to be, to the best of his knowledge, the finest school in the world.”

“I—­I do think so,” agreed Dreer sullenly.  “I was just fooling.”

“In fact,” pursued Amy, “compared to Claflin School, Brimfield is as a gem of purest ray to a—­a pebble, Dreer?  You are convinced of that, are you not?”

“I suppose so.”

“Only—­suppose, Dreer?  Couldn’t you be absolutely certain?”

“Yes, I—­I’m certain.”

“Fine!  Now, in regard to that violin, Dreer, which, you know, has nothing to do with our recent altercation.  Could you find it convenient to tell us who sneaked into Durkin’s room and cracked it?”

“No, I couldn’t,” muttered Dreer.

“You see, sir?” Amy appealed to the stranger.  “Memory still pretty bad!”

“Hm, yes, I see.  You think—­ah—­”

“Absolutely certain, sir.”

“Then, perhaps, a little more—­treatment—­”

“My idea exactly, sir!” Amy advanced toward Dreer again, hands up.  Dreer looked about at the unrelenting faces, and,