“Why not, Os; are you afraid of being spotted?”
“Just so. I wouldn’t dare to.”
“It seems to me you’re not worrying about the rest of your classmates,” said Bollup with a sneer.
“You forget about your watch being stolen and then found on my watch-chain.”
“Well, what on earth has that got to do with your doing a little running?” cried Bollup in evident surprise.
“A great deal. There’s somebody here, I have never been able to imagine who, that wants to get me into trouble. If I should run anybody I’d be sure to be reported for hazing, and that would mean certain dismissal. I’m going to walk a straight line and never so much as speak to a plebe.”
“By George! That watch affair was a most remarkable thing. I don’t blame you, Os. And you have no notion whatever who might have done it?”
“Not the slightest. It must have been a corridor boy or a midshipman; that’s as close as I can get to it.”
“I don’t blame you. Hello! Here’s Creel. Say, Creel, how did you come out on the exams?”
“Pretty well, I think. But I guess Himski will stand number one in the class for the year. But if Os keeps up his record in math I bet he’ll give him a close run for it next year. Say, fellows, we’re going to start the new plebes right, aren’t we?”