"Correspondence school," explained Carlito. "Here's my certificate."
He had arisen and taken a long envelope from the top drawer of the chest.
The certificate testified that Carlito had satisfactorily passed all examinations, and was a full-fledged graduate of the correspondence school.
"How did you do it?" exclaimed Fred, his frank eyes shining with admiration. Just then Jerry, Fly and Dunk came into the room.
"Do what?" inquired Jerry.
"I was looking at Carlito's certificate," replied Fred, assuming that the other boys had seen it.
"Oh, I studied nights a little, and whenever I got a chance," answered Carl, modestly.
"A little!" echoed Fly. "He just studied his old head off."
"Why didn't you go to college when Phipps wanted you to, Carl?" asked Dunk. "He was willin' to pay your way."
"I was afraid I could never pay him back," said Carl. "An Indian has no business owing anything to a white man, anyway."