“Of course,” said Jack Beecham to Shealey, as they strolled about the yard somewhat disconsolately, "Henning must have some good reason for backing out, but I am more sorry than I can say that he has done so. I am afraid things are going to be mighty unpleasant for him in consequence.”
“I, too, am afraid they will be.”
“Well, I'm going to stick to him, come what may.”
“Same here,” replied Shealey. “It won't be hard to do that, because he is the soul of honor and a royal good fellow. You might as soon expect anything wrong with him as—as to see——”
“You at the head of your class in next examination,” interrupted Jack.
“Thanks! Or to see you heading the philosophers.”
“Thanks, too.”