As for Jeff Thatcher, he realized with a sickening sensation that it was Dr. Livingston’s car. He realized too that the Headmaster had caught them in the act of fighting, a thing that was forbidden on the school grounds—an offense that merited serious punishment.
With sinking heart he saw the big, overcoated figure of Dr. Livingston step out of the car and come toward him.
“Well, Thatcher, what does this mean?”
Jeff could not think of an appropriate answer but evidently Dr. Livingston did not expect any.
“Fighting, eh? This is serious. I’m sorry, Thatcher. Were the others Gould and Pell?”
Jeff’s lips closed in a straight line. It was a question he could not in honor answer.
“Never mind. I saw them and recognized them both. Go to your room, Thatcher, and report to me at ten o’clock to-morrow morning. This, as you know, warrants serious discipline.”
And Jeff, with the unpleasant feeling of a culprit caught in the act, turned toward Carter Hall.