“Hold on!” cried Tom. “We mustn’t have any threats. If he doesn’t want to join he doesn’t have to, in which case, of course, he can no longer consider himself a Freshman in the real sense of the word.”
“Coventry for his, if he doesn’t join!” cried Jack.
Sam started. He knew what it would mean to be given the “silence” by every member of his class. He would be practically ignored. For, in spite of his mean traits, he had a few friends beside Nick.
“Well?” asked Tom. “What about it?”
“I—I’m with you—of course.”
“To the end?”
“Yes.”
“No matter what happens?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean will you chance expulsion if it comes to that in case we strike?”