“Well, I must say that’s a new idea!” he exclaimed. “What did Knight do?”
“Waited on a wharf.”
“This is news!” nodded the sophomore. “I wonder if that is just the proper thing? It strikes me as being rather queer, to say the least. I don’t think he’d want it to be known.”
“Of course not! We are to say nothing about it.”
“By Cæsar!” exclaimed Snodgrass, smiting the table. “It will be a double victory to defeat the freshmen! It will be defeating Merriwell! How that will cut him! We must do it without fail! I depend on you, Ors.”
“And I am in such a predicament that I cannot refuse. If I could, you may be sure, Snodgrass, I’d not be here with you to-night, telling you all this stuff. My conscience will never cease pricking me. But what can a man in my place do!”
“Oh, drop it! You make me tired with that holler!”
“I can’t help speaking of it. I have sold myself for a few paltry dollars! No, no—not that! I sold myself to keep myself from disgrace! There was no other way! I had to do it! It’s the first dishonest act of my life.”
“You’ve told me that before, I think,” remarked the sophomore dryly.
“Perhaps so. But I’m broke again, old man. Let me have another tenner. I must have it.”