“Well, Gus Kiggins went, didn’t he?” asked Dan grimly.
“You caught him when he wasn’t looking. You’ve got yourself in a mess now. A week’s ‘limits’ and ten marks! You’ll think that’s a picnic though compared with what Gus will do to you. He’s the best boxer in the school.”
“So I have heard.”
“Look here, Dan; we might as well have this out now as any time. If you think you’re going to order my friends out of my room any time you take a notion you’re mistaken, that’s all! I won’t stand for it.”
“Walter, you’d better draw a line through the room then; if you want to you can have such fellows as Gus Kiggins on your side. I simply don’t want him on my side of the line.”
“Who pays for this room?”
“Your father, as I have frequently heard you say.”
“Well, he pays for the whole room, doesn’t he?”
“Yes—half of it for you and half for me. If I had known what I had to put up with, you might have had a roommate like Gus Kiggins.”
“He isn’t the only fellow in school that has ten marks and the ‘limits’ for a week.”