“Of course you’ll get it, and I’ll help you spend it. That’s a fair division of labor, as Sam Weller used to say.”
“Well, you’ll have to do the rest,” declared his crony as they walked back to college.
“I’ll do it. Don’t worry.”
They proceeded in silence. Langridge grew less and less talkative, and to the jokes of Gerhart, who seemed in unusually good spirits, he returned monosyllabic answers.
“Say, what’s the matter with you?” Gerhart finally exclaimed.
“Well, if you must know,” answered Langridge, “the more I think of this the less I like it. It’s a brutal thing to do. I wish I hadn’t agreed to help you.”
“But you have!” insisted Gerhart. “It’s too late to back out now!”
“Yes, I suppose so,” was the gloomy answer, and Langridge plodded on behind his crony.