“Maybe his trouble will keep him out of college,” thought our hero, and he felt some regret, for he had formed a liking for the lad, though he had met him but once.
“Come on down to the river,” proposed Tom one day, after the last lecture for himself and his chum. “I’m just aching to get into a boat, and I understand there are some on the Ware river that a fellow can hire. I wish I had my motorboat here.”
“Why don’t you send for it?”
“Guess I will. Say, don’t you think the Latin is pretty stiff here?”
“A bit. But old Skeel makes it so. He’s fierce. I guess Reddy Burke was right about what he said of him.”
“Sure he was. But never mind. Maybe it’ll be easier when we’ve been here a few weeks. Here’s a short cut to the river,” suggested Tom, as they came to the rear of a fine residence. “Let’s take it.”
“Looks as if we’d have to cross private grounds. One of the profs. lives here, I understand.”
“What of it?” asked our hero. “He won’t mind, I guess. I like to take cut-offs when I can.”
“Go ahead. I’m with you,” answered Jack.