“I haven’t reformed,” laughed Kendall. “I’ve just been pardoned for my former sins.”
“Ah! And you’re just as wicked as you ever were?”
“Just!”
“That’s better.” Ned sighed his relief. “I was afraid you were a reformed character, Curt. You see there are plenty of good, moral chaps in school; I know dozens of them; but you’re the first desperate character I ever got to know at all well. And so they’ve lifted the ban, eh? Well, that will help, won’t it? Now you’ll be free to take up your career of crime again. Whisper, Curt; what are you thinking of doing first? Had any experience with bombs? They tell me bombing is a pleasant and fairly safe amusement. Would you mind beginning on that roommate of yours? Incendiarism is another cute little way in which to pass an evening. I’ve often thought that Oxford would make a dandy blaze if you could get it started. Have you ever seriously considered murder? So many of our prominent citizens are going in for murder nowadays. And I can think of so many beautiful subjects for your attentions. Why, one needn’t look beyond his immediate acquaintances!”
“I’m going to try and get back on the Football Team the first thing,” said Kendall.
“Seriously?”
“Yes. Of course, I couldn’t make the First Team now; it’s too late, I guess; but I might make the Second. What do you think?”
“I admire your courage. But I regret that you choose football when you might play golf. I was going to make a gandy dolfer out of you, Curt.”
“I can play golf after the football season,” said Kendall.