“Thank you, sir, I will,” answered Dan gratefully. Mr. McIntyre got up with a grunt that might have meant most anything and began to button his ulster about his gaunt form. In the process his feet wandered toward the table. Gerald kept his head over his book.
“Ah—hum—that your algebra, Pennimore?” asked Kilts, pointing at the book.
“Yes, sir,” murmured Gerald without looking up.
“Been—been looking it over, have you?”
“Yes, sir, a little.”
“Hm. I didn’t see you in class this morning, did I?”
“Er—no, sir.”
“Thought so. Well, to-morrow we take—let me see.” Kilts laid his stick and hat on the table and leaned over the book. “Yes, we take four pages and a half. To here. Mark it there. That’s right. Had any trouble with it so far?”
Gerald shot a bewildered look across at Dan’s smiling countenance and read reassurance.