Wayne thanked him and disappeared in the direction of the bathroom. Professor Beck looked after him thoughtfully.
“A good back for running, and endurance written all over him; and obstinacy, too. It may be,” he mused, “that we can make use of that obstinacy for a good purpose. But I hope he doesn’t shy at something or get balky.”
[CHAPTER XIV]
BENSON MAKES A FIND
“Thought you’d like to know,” explained Dave, as he mechanically formed a snowball and threw it with precision at the head of a passing acquaintance.
“I’m glad you told me,” replied Wayne, frowning intently at the icy path they were traversing on the way from chapel to breakfast. “I think it’s a mean thing to do—tell the fellows about it when he hasn’t any proof against Gray.”
“Yes, I told him I thought he was making an ass of himself,” concurred Dave. “Benson isn’t a bad sort, you know, and I guess he really thinks that Gray took the money; and of course, if he thinks that——”
“But he has no business telling it about school,” declared Wayne hotly.