"He will in a day or two."
"What are you going to do now?"
"Study my Greek."
"I ought to, but I'm going out for a little while. I've got to cool off a bit before I can settle down to work."
"Don't be gone long. You'll only see the fellows and get stirred up all the more. I'd drop it and go to 'boning.' It's the best cure."
"It is for a fellow like you, Foster. I can't do it yet. I've got to get outdoors till I can get my breath again."
Seizing his cap Will went out into the night. He passed by Leland Hall and glancing up discovered that there was a light in Peter John's room. Instantly he entered the building and bounding up the stairway knocked on his classmate's door, and in response to the invitation entered and found Hawley within and alone.
"Hello, Hawley. What's the news about Peter John?"
"Oh, he's got it. Temperature a hundred and four and a half and all that sort of thing."