"Make haste," he muttered; "I've been waiting ever so long."
Walter glanced at Frank. The lively, boastful manner was all gone, and he looked pale and nervous.
"I'll come in a minute; I did not know it was so late." And then, turning to Walter, he asked him to help in putting away the tools.
Walter at once complied with Frank's request, although it was the class-evening, and he wanted to be home early.
He was ready to do Frank a kindness, even at inconvenience to himself.
"You are a good-natured fellow," said Frank.
"Don't talk so," said Walter. "We should always be ready to help one another."
Then, looking round to see that Tom was not within hearing, he said, in a low voice, "Oh, Frank, I wish you would not be so much with Tom Haines; I am sure it is not for your good, and—"
"It's too late now, Walter; I must go on with it."
There was a sad, reckless tone in Frank's voice, and Walter fancied he saw tears in his eyes.