"I don't know."
"I hate to leave the fellow to himself," said Foster. "He'll go to the dogs as sure as you're born if he is."
"If he isn't there already."
"Well, if he's there we must help to get him out."
"You're the one to do it, Foster. You aren't working up your Greek."
Will had been working with even greater intensity than before and was beginning to see the results of his labors. With his disposition there was no comparative degree. Everything was at one extreme or the other and now he was giving himself but little rest and even Peter John's disgrace was not so keenly felt by him as at the time when it had occurred.
"I think I'll have to do something," assented Foster, "or at least try to."
But on the following day an excitement broke out among the students at Winthrop that speedily and completely banished from the minds of Will and Foster even their well-intended efforts to aid their weak and misguided classmate.