"They emphasized the IF, I suppose?" inquired the Wee One.
"Well, it was a little like that. They intimated that with Gamma Tau behind me I could have anything I wanted."
"Yes, that's exactly what they think. But maybe there'll be a change some of these fine days."
"Well," said Jimmy, "I'm here for advice. What do you think I ought to do?"
"Don't you know what to do?" said Frank.
"I think I do, but I don't want to make mistakes, and I thought I'd like to talk it over with some one. My own notion is that Gamma Tau can go hang. I don't like the bunch that is in Gamma Tau, and I don't like the way they are running things in this school."
"You don't mean to say that another Freshman has chucked down poor old Gamma Tau?" said the Wee One, in what he pretended was an awe-struck whisper. "Frank here, has just been firing hot shot into them. It's a rebellion of the Freshman class, that's what it is, I tell you."
"Quit your jollying, Patty," said Jimmy. "Before Cuthbert and the other fellows got out of my room I told them that I guessed I'd take a chance on staying out, and if I couldn't make good on merits I'd have to make bad. They said not to make up my mind in a hurry, and that they'd see me again."
"A throw-down for the Gammas. Hurrah, hurroo! But it's all off with you now. You have digged your grave, as they say in Shakespeare; it's your athletic grave. You're as good as dead now. Go and buy a nice, sweet little headstone and mark it: 'Sacred to the memory of the rising athletic hopes of James Turner. Erected by the Gamma Tau Society.'"