“He’s gone home. Horton told him to. He was not fit to come to school to-day, anyhow, but he wanted to be in the hall this morning,” answered Clark.
“He spoke well there,” said Hamlin, “and it must have been an awful hard thing for him to do.”
“So he did,” said Gordon, “and,” he added, “I hope that you and he will both join the L. A. O.’s next fall. We want your help, Clark.”
Clark was so taken by surprise, that for a moment he could not speak, and in that moment Gordon and Hamlin passed on.
“I’m glad you said that, Gordon,” Hamlin said, as soon as they were out of hearing; “Clark deserves it, and if the other fellows in the society will only treat him as they ought, he’ll be glad enough to join us, I know, and he’ll be a big help, too. There won’t be more than one meeting of the society this term, will there?”
“That’s all,” answered Gordon, “and I want to give all the Antis one more chance to join us. They are subdued now, and some of them, I think, might join if we ask them now—but if we wait till fall, they will have gotten over all this, and perhaps, be as bad as ever.”
“I’ve not much faith in Green’s promises,” said Hamlin.
“Nor I,” said Gordon. “He looked to me as if he apologized to escape being expelled, and not because he was really sorry for having had a hand in this business.”
“They say Henderson has cleared out. Have you heard anything about it, Gordon?”
“I heard so. Somebody said his father was so furious over his disgrace that he had turned him out of doors.”