"So I am dropped, am I?" he said, bitterly. "Well, I rather think I understand how it comes about."
Putnam did not like this, and a dark look came to his rugged face.
"What do you mean?" he demanded, sharply.
"Never mind," returned Walter, with a toss of his head. "It's no use to talk it over, but I know a few things."
He turned as if he would go away, but Put put out a hand and stopped him, whirling him sharply about.
"See here," said the sturdy manager of the freshman ball team and crew, "I want to know just what you mean, Gordon."
"Oh, you do?"
Walter flung to the winds all hope of getting on the crew. He sneered in Putnam's face.
"Yes, sir, I do! You talk as if you had not been treated right."
"Have I?"