"As a guess, I should say he is hunting somebody to fight," said Diamond.
"Then he will be accommodated in mighty short order," Browning prophesied. "I never yet saw a fellow go after trouble and return without finding what he sought. Mr. Badger is not the only fellow who goes pawing round with his hair standing and blood in his eye."
"Speaking from experience, Browning?" mildly inquired Bink Stubbs, scratching a match to light a cigarette. "You have gone in search of trouble a few times, to my knowledge."
"And you're searching for it now!" grunted Browning, giving the little fellow a warning look.
All unaware of the fact that his rapid transit across the campus had occasioned unusual comment, Badger hurried on, and finally entered a car which took him to the office of Fairfax Lee.
"Is Mr. Lee in?" he asked of the clerk in the outer room.
"Yes."
"Will you give him my card, please, and tell him I should like to see him a few minutes?"
The clerk took the card and disappeared. He was back immediately.
"Mr. Lee says that he cannot see you, sir!"