“Think we need ‘hoping up’ some, do you?” he laughed. “I like your cheek. Is that the best you can offer?”
“The best, but not all,” Larry went on. “I’m willing to do what comes my way to keep any of the Sheddon activities going. Just the same, though I don’t know where I’m going to land at the end of my four years, I’m reasonably sure it won’t be on a newspaper job. Another thing is, if I don’t fall down, I expect to be on the team next year.”
“That wouldn’t make any difference,” said Havercamp. “Anything else?”
Larry looked down.
“Yes. You know it as well as I do, Havvy, that I’m not ‘popular’ in any big sense. Fellows on the Micrometer staff ought to be popular.”
The managing editor sat back in his chair with his eyes half closed.
“That little thing has puzzled me more than a few, Donnie,” he admitted.
“But you know it’s so,” Larry persisted.
“I know that some of the fellows seem to be always trying to put you in bad, yes; and I’ve never seen any reason for it.”