“What?”
“Why, that you ought to take what you’ve got and ask no questions,” said Jonesie promptly. “Get me?”
“But if they have—have been easier with me than with other fellows——”
“It’s because you deserved it. Wigman, Cutler and Bing and I have—er—done what was wisest and best for you and the School. Remember, Wigman, there’s the School to think of, too. The greatest good to the greatest number, you know. Got to think of that, Wigman. It may seem a bit tough on Rice, but don’t let that worry you. Just tell yourself that we have our reasons, Wigman, reasons which neither Bing nor I are ashamed of. If it was necessary we’d tell ’em to the School right out. But it isn’t. You go ahead and keep your mouth shut, Wigman, that’s all you need do.”
“And—and,” asked Wigman, visibly impressed, “you don’t think I’m taking any unfair advantage of Rice?”
“Not a bit. Take my word for it. Besides, Bing told you the same thing, didn’t he?”
“Yes.”
“There you are then! Don’t you trouble. If there’s any worrying to be done”—Jonesie arose and patted Wigman reassuringly on the shoulder—“if there’s any of that to be done you just leave it to me and Bing!”