“I don’t know.”
“It’s queer how much they keep together lately; isn’t it?” continued Roger.
“Oh, I don’t know. Of course that affair with Haskers may have something to do with it,” answered our hero, slowly.
“I wish Haskers would leave this school, Dave.”
“Oh, it won’t make much difference to us, if we graduate, whether he stays or not.”
“I know that. But, somehow, I don’t think he is a good man to have here, even if he is a learned instructor. He never enters into the school spirit, as Mr. Dale does.”
“Well, we can’t all be alike.”
“Would you keep him, if you were in Doctor Clay’s shoes?”
“I hardly think so. Certainly not if I could find another teacher equally good.”
The boys walked on until they found themselves at the last bonfire of the line, close 109 to where the school grounds came to an end. Here was a hedge, and beyond were the woods reaching up from the river.