“Will he be there next term?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you expect him to be?”
“He could be—he might. He has a quicker mind than I have.”
Still Mr. Borden’s face did not betray his real feelings. “Dan,” he said abruptly, “why didn’t you write me?”
“About what, Mr. Borden?”
“Why didn’t you write me that letter you began?”
“How do you know I began a letter?” asked Dan in amazement.
“You began a letter to me in which you thanked me for what I had done for you, but you went on to say that you could not stay in the Tait School any longer.”
“How do you know?” asked the astounded Dan with crimson face.