"You think I won't register?" said Rocsoe, becoming suddenly sober. "You couldn't stop me now."
"I know it," said Tom; "it ain't that. But I'd just like you to write—will you?"
"I sure will—if I'm not in jail," he added ruefully. "But I don't like to go and leave you here."
"It's the best way, can't you see that?" said Tom. "I won't be in bad with them any more after a couple of days than I am now. And then my foot'll be better. You got to be careful not to mention my name. It's none of my business what you tell 'em about not being there yesterday. I ain't advising anybody to lie. I could get into the army if I wanted to lie; but I promised our scoutmaster.—Just the same, it's none of my business, as long as you register."
"If I broke my word with you," said Roscoe soberly, "I'd be a low-down——"
"You only got about an hour and a half to catch the train," said Tom.
He couldn't think of much else while Roscoe was there.