“I demand to know,” said the proctor sternly. “You let someone in; did you not?”
“Yes, sir, but——”
“And you won’t tell who it was?”
Tom hesitated for a moment, but it was only a moment. There came an instant of temptation. He recalled what Shambler had said about the probability of suspension if he was caught again.
“And it would be a good thing if he did go,” thought Tom bitterly. “Good for Randall—good. But then the games! We need him!”
Then he knew that it was a selfish motive that was urging him to take advantage of the chance thrown in his way.
“No! No! I—I can’t do it!” he cried within himself.
“Well,” asked the proctor sharply.
“I—I can’t tell you,” answered Tom simply.