“After what we did to help him!” he said disgustedly.
“He has only followed the advice we gave him,” observed Gil dryly. “What goes for one goes for all, Poke.”
“He hasn’t a grain of—of gratitude,” spluttered Poke. “And what’s more, I’d like to tell him so, too.”
“If you talk so loud you won’t have to,” said Jeffrey. “He will hear you now.”
“Let him! He’s the limit!”
“Stop calling names and let’s see what’s to be done,” Gil counseled. “Think you can catch up by Friday, Jim?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I can’t seem to get down to studying. I’ve been trying to all the afternoon.”
“Well, I can’t promise that Johnny will take you on again even if you get square with the Office,” said Gil, “but seems to me it’s worth trying. You get your books and go over to Jeff’s room. After awhile we’ll go over to-morrow’s stuff with you. Maybe between us we can coach you up, Jim. I’m not much of a Latin student myself, but Poke gets on pretty well in that; so does Jeff. As for math, why, I’ll do what I can for you there. What do you say?”
Jim thought a moment. He was still inclined to feel hurt and imposed on. But the offer was too good to be refused, and so,