"The chap that was on his feet so much in the class meeting this afternoon."
"We were just talking about him," said Foster quickly. "You know he fitted at the same school where we did, and naturally we want to lend him a hand when we can. What had we better do?"
"Nothing."
"What do you mean?"
"Just what I say. You can't do much for such a fellow; he has to learn it all for himself. The trouble is that he doesn't know how much or what he's got to learn yet. You can't do much for such a—"
Walker stopped abruptly as Peter John himself entered the room. His face was beaming, and as he removed his hat his stiff red hair seemed almost to rise on his head. "Well, fellows," he said, "we did things up brown this afternoon, didn't we?"
"You did too much," said Walker quietly.
"Haven't I as good a right as anybody to make a motion?" demanded Peter John hotly.
"You have as much right, but you don't want always to take all your rights, you know."
"Why not? I'll stand up for my rights every time. Now, I don't believe a word of what you said this afternoon."