"Nothing startling. We've been supplying new, dry handkerchiefs to the poor, late plebes," answered Brayton.
"Haven't heard about that fellow Haynes?" asked Greg.
"Nothing," admitted Brayton.
"Well, you see," exclaimed Pierson, "Haynes made up his mind to disregard the grand cut. He determined to stick it out, anyway, even for a whole year."
"He'll have a sweet time of it, then," put in Spurlock dryly. "I never heard of a fellow who got the general cut lasting a whole year here before."
"That was Haynes's decision, anyway," went on Pierson. "This is no guess work. The fellow told me so himself."
"I reckon, suh, maybe we'll be able to change his mind," drawled
Anstey.
"No you won't," broke in Greg decisively. "Haynes got in bad on the last two days of general review. Chemistry and Spanish verbs threw him. So he was ordered up for a writ (written examination) in both subjects. He fessed frozen on both of them. He applied for a new examination in a fortnight, but the fact that Haynes was already a turnback went against him."
"He's `found,' eh?" questioned Brayton, smiling gleefully.
"Dropped," nodded Pierson.