“That’s their look-out,” said the Tiger, opening his door with the little red volume of Thucydides in his other hand.
“Then you’re going to Shockley’s study just the same?”
“Rather! Aren’t you?”
“I’ve been. I came out again.”
“Because of the crib?”
“Yes.”
“Did you tell them so, Chips?”
“I had to; and—and of course they heaved me out, Tiger! And I’ll never do another line with the brutes!”
He turned away; he was quite husky. Jan watched him with a shrug and a groan, hesitated, and then slammed his door.
“Aren’t you going, Tiger?” cried Chips, face about at the sound. “Don’t mind me, you know! I can sweat it out by myself.”