Dade looked at him earnestly.
“You want me to do that work?”
“Well, I thought you might thank me for a suggestion. You hate Starbright. There’s your opportunity. When the fight is on, a snowball with a rock hidden in it would bring that big freshman down like a bullet if it was thrown right.”
Dade flushed, and, getting up, took a turn round the room.
“I’d do it myself if I were one of the freshmen fighters. As it is, I give you the suggestion for what it is worth.”
He began to feel that Morgan would accept and act upon the suggestion. Dade came back and sat down.
“I ought to thank you for that, Pike,” he said in a low tone. “I’m no better than I ought to be, and I presume that if you had come to me yesterday, I should have thanked you for this. But I don’t think I’ll try to do what you say.”
Donald Pike stared.
“Getting goody-goody?”
“No, it’s not that!”