“Leave everything to me,” said Frank.
“We should form some sort of a story,” faltered Griswold. “We should swear the proctor broke away from us and rushed into the river himself. Of course, he could not see, for the blanket was over his head, and so he did not realize his danger. We should swear we tried to save him. We should——”
“We should lie at every breath if we told anything of the sort,” said Frank. “There is but one thing to be done now.”
“And that is——”
“Tell the truth.”
“When?”
“In the morning. Leave it to me.”
It was useless for Griswold to urge them to manufacture a story that would relieve them somewhat of the responsibility; not the least attention was paid to him.
They left the place and started toward the college. Few words passed between them.
The college grounds were reached, and they separated, each going toward his room.