The lad appeared to hesitate. Then he said slowly.
“No—no, thank you. I—I don’t believe I will. I think I’ll go back to my room.”
He turned aside and walked away.
Jack and Nat stared after him in silence.
“Well, he certainly is a queer case,” remarked Nat in a low voice. “I don’t know what to make of him.”
“I, either,” admitted Jack. “He showed some spunk when he went at Glen, but now it appears to have oozed away.”
The two chums continued their walk, discussing the recent happening.
“Do you know, I think something is about due to happen, fellows,” announced Fred Kaler that night, when he and some of Jack’s and Nat’s chums were in the latters’ room.
“Why, what’s up, you animated jewsharp?” asked Nat.
“I don’t know, but it’s been so quiet in the sacred precincts of our school lately that it’s about time for something to arrive. Do you know that Socrat and Garlach haven’t spoken to each other this term yet?”