Then Hodge explained the promises he had made to the French youth.
“That being the case,” said Merry, as he folded the confession and put it into his pocket, “I don’t see how we are going to use this document against Morgan. Do you?”
“You must drop Morgan from the ball-team. That will hurt him as much as anything.”
“How can I do that without an explanation? Would it be right?”
“Right? How can you stop to think of such a thing in connection with that fellow? He ought to be forced to leave college!”
“I agree with you in that, but it cannot be done now, as you have given Defarge those promises, and Defarge might fall with Morgan.”
“Then hang the promises to Defarge! That fellow is a scoundrel, and promises to such dogs do not hold!”
“Yes, they do! With me a promise to any man, high or low, honest or dishonest, saint or scoundrel, holds good!”
“But you don’t mean to say that you will not do a thing?” snarled Bart, in bitter disappointment.
“No, I do not say that; but I shall wait a while before I make a move. I may find some other thing by which I can drop Morgan from the team—something that will permit me to be square and open in whatever I do. Wait and see, Bart.”