“Well, if you’ll take my advice you’ll stop worrying about your rights and obey the rules.”
“But——”
“Because if you don’t, Wayne, you’d much better have stayed at home. I—I tried asserting my rights once and it didn’t pay. And since then I’ve tended to my own affairs and let the faculty make the laws.”
“Just the same,” answered Wayne, with immense dignity, “I don’t intend to put up with injustice, although you may. I shall tell Professor Wheeler just what I’ve told you, and——”
Don looked up from his book with a frown.
“Wayne, will you shut up?”
“But I’m telling you——”
“But I don’t want to hear. It’s all nonsense. And, besides, if you’re going to say it all to ‘Wheels’ what’s the good of boring me with it? Talk about injustice,” groaned Don, “look at the length of this lesson!”
Wayne opened his book and, as a silent protest against his friend’s heartlessness, began to study.