"Glad to see you," and Ford shook hands. "What are you hurrying for?"
"Oh, nothing much," responded Page, awkwardly.
"I didn't know but you were trying to run away from that examination that old Babbitt has got up," said Ford. "Say! that is a nasty blow, isn't it?"
"It will bother a good many of us, I reckon."
They were standing on the sidewalk, and while they were talking Page was keeping his eyes out for some other friend.
There were no other students in sight, and he began to feel a little ashamed of the small trick he had played on Frank.
"I guess I'll go and let him out," he thought, "Ford will do as well as anybody else to see the fun."
So he said aloud:
"Come down to my room a minute, Ford; I've got something to show you."
"I wish it was a case of beer," remarked Ford, falling in with him and walking along, "or perhaps it's something better than that?"