"No, but I can look around if you want me to."
"I wish very much that you would. I can't leave, or I'd go myself."
A few more words followed, and then Songbird went off to hunt up the
Flockley crowd. On the campus he met Max Spangler.
"Yes, I saw them," said the German-American student in answer to a question. "They are down along the river, just above the boathouse."
"Thank you."
"I'll show you if you want me to," went on Max.
"You might come along, if you have nothing else to do," answered
Songbird.
The two walked toward the river, and after a few minutes espied Flockley and the others sitting on some rocks, in the sun, talking earnestly.
"I want to hear what they are saying," said Songbird. "I have a special reason." And at Max's look of surprise he told something of what had happened.
"If Koswell is that mean he ought to be exposed," said Max. "I don't blame him for playing a trick on old Sharp, but to lay the blame on Tom—why, that's different."