“I haven’t any answer.”
“Would you put Gus Kiggins out of your room if the same thing happened again?”
Dan glanced quickly at Mr. Borden, but the face of his visitor did not betray any feeling. “I don’t know,” he said at last in a low voice.
“In which division of the class are you, Dan?” Mr. Borden next inquired.
“The first.”
“That’s the first quarter of the class, isn’t it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Is Walter in that division?”
“I don’t think he is—that is, he isn’t this term—I mean——”