“Do you think I had anything to do with the ipecac?”
“You know better than I do about that.”
“Do you?” said Walter persistently.
“I hate to believe it, Walter.”
“That means you think I did.”
As Dan was silent the troubled boy looked at his roommate in a manner that increased the uneasiness of both. As Dan glanced out the window a moment he saw Carlton Hall running across the campus toward the dormitory, but he gave the little fellow no thought. He was troubled now by more serious matters than the trials of a boy in the fourth form.
“Dan,” said Walter at last, “I’m the most miserable fellow in the Tait School.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It seems as if everything and everybody was against me. I don’t know why it is that Gus got me into such things.”
“Don’t you?”