“You are losing your customary calm!” Santenel cynically repeated.
“And it seems to me you are losing your customary caution!”
“I can look out for myself!” Santenel answered somewhat tartly. “You lost your temper and made an ass of yourself. How long do you suppose you can hold your influence in Yale by acting in that way? A man who would be a master of others must learn first to master himself. That is the very primer of the whole thing—the first lesson.”
“Oh, well!” Dade snarled. “That stuff made me sick!”
He was about to say more, but ceased when he observed that they were being followed.
“That’s a student, sure! Yes, and it’s Dick Starbright!”
“Let’s move on!” said Santenel. “I don’t care to make intimate acquaintances among your student friends.”
He emphasized the word “friends” in a way that made Dade writhe, for he knew how Dade hated the big freshman. Though they walked on, it was soon apparent that Starbright was following them. They did not like the lighted streets, so they turned into the green, but Starbright sauntered after them.
“I’m going to halt and see what the scoundrel means by that,” Dade declared, stopping. Santenel did not object, but walked on.
Dade waited impatiently and angrily by the side of the path.