“Shall you see Loring again soon?” asked Gerald.
“I’ll see him to-morrow, I suppose. Why?”
“Will you ask him about boxing? Would you mind?”
“No, but it would be much better if you asked him yourself. We’ll drop around there this evening for a few minutes.”
“All right,” said Gerald, “but I’m afraid he’ll think it’s awfully cheeky of me.”
“No, he won’t. Now let’s get fixed up for supper. Let’s see how your nose looks. Well, I guess most anyone would know that you’d been in some sort of a mix-up, but it doesn’t look very bad. You’d better look the other way, though, when you meet any of the Faculty. How are the fellows at your table, by the way?”
“All right, I guess. I don’t know any of them very well, except a little chap named Merrow.”
“Merrow? Seems to me I know him. Oh, yes, I met him coming up from the station the other day. Is he nice?”
“Yes, but he’s just a kid.” Presently Gerald paused in his ablutions long enough to announce; “I’m going to try for the Clarke hockey team, Dan.”