The young fellow walked away, muttering some unintelligible words between his teeth. Roy saw no more of him for several days.
Henning entered the Philosophy classroom with a flushed face and an unpleasant frown.
“What's up, Roy?” asked Ambrose Bracebridge, seeing that his friend had been suffering some annoyance.
“Nothing, Brosie; only I have had to talk pretty freely to one fellow who attempted the mentor business over me.”
“Nothing serious, I hope?”
“Oh, no. I merely told him to mind his own business; that's all.”
“Do you care to walk?”asked Bracebridge, who saw Henning was very much annoyed.
“Yes, come along,” replied Henning.
They walked some time in the face of a cutting wind, such as brings tears to the eyes. While facing it conversation was impossible. Presently they came
to the base of a wooded hill which afforded them some shelter. Here they could talk at ease.