“I was thinking of putting you up for the Omega-Omicron. Like to join?”
“I don’t know,” said Wolcott, with an indifference more honest than polite.
“I shan’t urge you,” said Marchmont, significantly. “What’s the matter with you to-night? You look as solemn as your friend Laughlin.”
“Solemn or not, he was a pretty good friend to us all the other evening,” remarked Lindsay.
“I don’t see why the fellows made so much of that broken-runner business. Any common teamster could have done as well.”
Lindsay made no reply.
“I’m getting sore on this monotonous life,” continued Marchmont. “Can’t we stir something up? I got a check to-day which I should like to celebrate on before I go on probation. Let’s go to Rivermouth.”
“What for?”
“Oh, see the town and have some fun—anything to break away from this place.”
Lindsay shook his head: “It doesn’t sound attractive. I’ve no wish to get fired.”