He stood without moving until he had compelled Le Baron to leave, then he set out for his room. A great anger swept over him—at himself, at the Dink Stover who had betrayed the cause, and given Le Baron the right to say what he did.
"It isn't that," he said furiously, "it's not for breaking 'way—democracy—standing on m' own feet, no! It's a lie, all a lie. It's m' own fault—damn you, Dink Stover, you're quitter!"
He marched into his entry, his head on fire, but clear with one last resolve, and thundered on Wookey's door.
"Come out!"
The pink pajamas flashed out as by magic. The little freshman, perceiving Stover's fierce expression, drew back in alarm.
"Go'n to help you up to-night—able to do it," said Dink, the idea of assistance to another mingling in some curious way with his great resolve.
He took Wookey firmly by the arm and assisted him up the stairs. Once in his room he motioned him to a chair.
"Sit down—somethin' to say to you!"
Wookey, frightened, calculating the chances to the door, huddled in the big arm-chair, his toes drawn up under him, his large eyes over the spectacles never daring to deviate from the imperious glance of Stover.
"Studied to-day?"