“Then I suppose you can't do anything for me this morning?”
“No, Daniels; just leave both bills, and I feel quite sure that I can pay you in a day or two. I suppose you can change a check?”
“I'll manage to.”
The landlord retired, leaving the bills behind him.
“Do you know, Sherwood,” said his chum gravely “I think you are foolishly extravagant.”
“Well, perhaps I am.”
“You are spending three times as much as I am.”
“I'll do better next term. I wish my guardian would hurry along that check.”
Two days later a letter came for Walter in the familiar handwriting of Doctor Mack. He tore it open hastily, and as he read it he turned pale and sank into a chair.
“What's the matter?” asked Gates.