"He'll never reform," said Roger, decidedly. "He is a bad egg through and through."
"Just what I think," said Shadow. "To my mind, he is much worse than Plum or Poole."
"Oh, I know that," returned Dave.
Arriving at the boathouse, they got out their skates and put them on. While they were doing this, two men, wrapped up in heavy overcoats, walked up over the ice and passed down the street in the direction from whence the students had come.
"There's the long and the short of it," said Roger, with a laugh. He had noticed that one man was unusually tall and the other unusually short.
"Well, men can't all be of a size," laughed Dave. "That little man had all he could do to keep up with the big fellow," he added.
The skate to the school was a fine one and they arrived at Oak Hall just as the silvery moon was sinking behind the distant hills. Swingly let them in, and inside of quarter of an hour the boys were in bed and in the land of dreams.
The next day was a busy one for Dave. He had some extra hard lessons, to which he applied himself with vigor. An examination was soon to take place and he was determined to come out at the top if it could possibly be accomplished.
"Gracious, I can't grind like that," said Roger, but half in admiration.