“Of course,” agreed Stuart. Then, thoughtfully: “I wish I knew who did it!”
“I don’t mind telling you, but I wouldn’t bother to say anything about it to him because I gave him a dressing down he won’t forget for awhile. It was young Lantwood.”
“Austin Lantwood! But—why, I thought—”
“Oh, he didn’t have anything against you. It was something that Orr had done. He didn’t tell me what.”
“I don’t believe it! Neil never did anything against any one! He’s the squarest fellow in school! If Lantwood says that——”
“Oh, it probably wasn’t anything really,” interrupted Le Gette. “Lantwood’s more or less of a pill. Anyway, he won’t do it again, and if you put Orr’s name up next term there’s no doubt that he’ll make it all right.”
“I’m going to,” answered Stuart. “How’d you know it was Lantwood?”
“Sort of guessed it. Happened to see his face when Severence announced the vote. Afterwards, I followed him out and poked a fist at him and made him come across. He’s yellow and only lied once. Then I gave him a playful jolt in the ribs and he confessed. It wasn’t any business of mine, I suppose, but—well, maybe I thought I might want to square myself some day. Say, let’s go in. I’m freezing to death out here!”
“The little rat!” murmured Stuart as he followed the other into the warmth of the gymnasium.