Hollister hesitated for an instant.
“Oh, it’s those warnings, I suppose,” he said, at length. “I got the third one right after breakfast.”
Blake whistled.
“Well, what have you been doing to get the profs down on you?” he asked.
“It’s what I haven’t done that’s got them going, I reckon,” Hollister returned. “I don’t know as I blame them much after the way I’ve flunked lately.”
“Rot!” exclaimed Blake emphatically. “You’re no worse than half the other fellows in the class.”
“I don’t know about that,” Hollister said doubtfully. “I’d hate to count up the number of goose eggs I’ve accumulated this term. You heard the fool thing I said to Piercy yesterday?”
Blake grinned.
“Say, that was sort of funny, wasn’t it?” he remarked. “But anybody could see you weren’t paying attention. You heard from old Pierson, then?”
Hollister nodded.