“Sure thing. I just mention this to show that you won’t have a very easy thing of it.”
There was silence between the two for several seconds. Then Gerhart asked:
“Do you think he wants me to apologize?”
“Would you?” asked his chum, and he looked sharply at him.
“Well, I’m not a fool. If he’s as good as you say he is, there’s no use in me having my face smashed just for fun. I think he gave me away, and nothing he can say will change it. Only I don’t mind saying to him that I was mistaken.”
“I think you’re sensible there,” was Langridge’s comment. “It would be a one-sided fight. Shall I tell him you apologize?”
“Have you got to make it as bald as that? Can’t you say I was mistaken?”
“I don’t know. I’ll try. Clinton is one of those fellows who don’t believe in half-measures. You leave it to me. I’ll fix it up. I don’t want to see you knocked out so early in the term. Besides—well, never mind now.”
“What is it?” asked Gerhart quickly.
“Well, I was going to say we’d get square on him some other way.”