“Of course; it’s twenty after two. What have you been doing?”
“Oh, I’ve—” Wayne’s face grew cloudy as he jumped off the end of the table and went to the door. “I’ll tell you about it later. I’m busy now. Has Dave got a recitation on?”
“What’s to-day—Thursday? I’m sure I don’t know. I never can keep track of his hours; seniors are such an erratic, self-important lot.”
“Well, I’ll run over and see. Er—by the way, do you know a chap called Gray, a rather pasty-looking lower middle fellow?”
“Gray? No, I don’t think so. What does he do?”
“Do? Oh, I think he’s a baseball player, or something like that.”
“Don’t remember him. Are you coming up here after four?”
“Yep; wait for me.”
Wayne clattered off downstairs and crossed the green back of the gymnasium and the principal’s residence. As he went he drew a little roll of money from his vest, supplemented it with a few coins from his trousers’ pocket, and counted the whole over twice. He shook his head as he put the money away again.
“Nine dollars and forty-two cents,” he muttered, “and I can’t make any more of it if I count it all day.”