"Why, Prof. Babbitt," exclaimed Frost in an indignant tone, "it looks as if you were purposely trying to trip Merriwell so as to get him disciplined, or dropped!"
"The faculty can do with him what it likes," remarked Babbitt, crossly, "when I've handed in the marks on this paper."
"I must say it doesn't seem to me to be fair," said Frost.
"I don't care for any opinion of that kind," retorted Babbitt.
"Then I don't see why you asked me for any at all."
"Well, well," and Babbitt seemed to be struggling with his temper, "you and I won't dispute about it. You've got your work and I've got mine. I asked you about this paper because I thought you'd sympathize with me in my design."
"I can't sympathize with you in it, Prof. Babbitt, and I wish if you're going to give an examination that you would give one of the usual kind, including in the questions, problems that cover the entire year's work, and so get an idea——"
"The idea I want to get will come from the answers to these questions, Frost."
"Then I suppose I couldn't persuade you to make up another paper?"
"No, sir; I'm going to take this to the printer at once, and by to-morrow morning the copies will all be here in my room, where I shall keep them until the hour for the examination."