“And we need him,” said Ted.
But Bart’s worst study was chemistry. He simply could not remember the different symbols, try as his friends did to drill them into his head. They worked far into the night with him, but in the morning, Bart met Jerry, with whom, of late, he had become much more friendly than was Frank with any of our three heroes.
“It’s no use, Jerry,” said Bart, perhaps more chummy because of his trouble than otherwise he would have been. “I know I’m going to flunk in chemistry.”
“You mustn’t!” Jerry insisted.
“I can’t help it. I can’t tell now whether H₂SO₄ is oxylic acid or oxygen.”
“It’s neither,” said the tall lad. “It’s sulphuric.”
Bart groaned.
“That’s the way it is,” he said.
“Look here!” cried Jerry, suddenly. “We want to win that game, and the team depends on you. If the examination could be postponed you wouldn’t have to take it until after Thanksgiving.”
“And then I wouldn’t care half as much if I flunked,” said Bart, “for this is the last and most important game of the year. But they won’t put off the exam.”