"I suppose so," admitted Tom ruefully. "Well, I guess I'll have to let things go by default. There's no use splitting the class in twain."
"That's the way I look at it," said Bruce eagerly, "I'm glad you see it in that light, Tom. Save the class. But if you feel that you are entitled to revenge———"
"I sure do!" interrupted Tom.
"Then take it privately—some other time," went on Bruce. "Football is coming on now, and you may play on the team—so may Sam. It wouldn't do to have bad feeling———"
"I understand," said Tom. "I'll let the thing slide for the time being."
"And Jack and Bert?" queried Bruce.
"I'll get them to do the same thing. But there'll be a day of reckoning for that bully all right!" and Tom clenched his fists.
"I don't blame you a bit," admitted Bruce. "Now go ahead with the meal. My experiment is over."
"Come on," suggested Bruce when he had paid the bill. "What do you say to a walk back to the Hall? It's a fine night, and the tramp will do you good."
"I'm for it," agreed Tom, and they set out.