“Maybe it’s bad news about the folks,” the boy thought, but when he saw that the professor had no cablegram, he decided it could not be that.
“Jack,” began the aged teacher, “I have a very serious matter to speak about.”
“I wonder what’s coming now?” thought the boy.
“Do you recall the night you disobeyed me, and, sneaking out of your window like a thief, you went to a—er—a theatrical performance without my permission?” asked the professor.
“Yes, sir,” replied Jack, wondering if his guardian thought he was likely to forget it so soon.
“Do you also recollect me asking you where you got the money wherewith to go?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I now, once more, demand that you tell me where you obtained it, and, let me warn you that it is serious. I insist that you answer me. Where did you get that money?”
“I—I don’t want to tell you, Professor Klopper.”
“Are you afraid?”