“Oh, I’ve heard two or three things,” answered Tom vaguely.
“Such as what?”
But Tom shook his head. “I’d rather not tell, Cap. They might not be true.”
“Then why do you put stock in them?” laughed Stuart.
Tom grinned. “Well, I’m satisfied that they are true, but—oh, well, they mightn’t be! Say, how did he manage to make Lyceum, anyway?”
“I forget who backed him. He came in with a crowd last January.” Stuart’s brow darkened. “It is funny that a chap like Austin Lantwood can make the society and a decent fellow like Neil Orr gets blackballed! It makes me sick.”
“That’s so,” Tom agreed. “It was rather putrid, I thought. Ever learn who did it, Cap?”
“I know who did it, all right,” replied Stuart morosely. “And he’ll get his some day.”
“Well!” Tom viewed his companion speculatively. “Guess it wasn’t the fellow I thought it might be, then.”