“I’ll do that when I graduate, not before.”
“Why not now?”
“Just because I won’t. You’d better take good care of my confession; if it gets out, your letters get out too.”
“I’ll give you five hundred dollars and your confession for them. Won’t you let me have them?”
“I will not.”
“Why not?”
“Just because you want them so badly, to keep you straight. I’ll trade when I graduate.”
“You’ll be friendly, won’t you, Creelton?” asked the miserable Short, anxiously.
“That depends on you.”
“Here’s fifty dollars, Creelton; take it.”