“I don’t know.”
“It was to tell me that he had learned I was to be cut out by the best men in college for associating with him. Now, how do you suppose he found that out?”
“Give it up.”
“Some unfeeling dog must have flung it at him!”
“Well, is this why you have decided not to follow him to-night?”
“Hodge, that man came to me all broken up. He sat where you are sitting now, and he told me how happy it had made him to know there was one man at Yale who had shown friendship for him.”
Bart moved uneasily.
“How do you think that made me feel?” asked Frank.
Hodge cleared his throat.
“Oh, I suppose it made you feel slushy!” he blurted. “I can’t stand that sort of thing myself. Why didn’t you run away?”