“No, you are mistaken. At Fardale Academy we were roommates. What sort of a fellow would I have been had I shown, when he came to Yale, that he was not wanted in my room?”
Danny did not answer the question, but stood grinding his heel into the ground, looking downward.
“I trust you see plainly enough that I did what any white man should do, Gris?” said Frank, letting a hand fall on Danny’s shoulder.
“Oh, I am not going to set myself up as a judge of your actions,” was Griswold’s impatient retort. “All I know is what it has brought us to. If I am pulled up and forced to tell what I know about the way the cop was hurt——”
“What will you tell? What do you know? You confessed to me that you did not see it.”
Frank cut in rather sharply, giving Griswold a start. Danny looked rattled and flushed.
“Oh, I didn’t see it, but Noon told me——”
“That sort of evidence will not go, old man, and you should know it. Take my advice, and keep still. This business must be hushed up, and it will be the fellow who talks too much that will get us into trouble.”
“What if you are pulled up and questioned? Are you going to swear to a lie?”
It was Frank’s turn to flush, but the flush was one of indignation.