“That’s what I think,” said Tom. Durfee looked at Dan.
“What do you say, Dan?”
“Persuaded, but not convinced,” answered Dan, with a smile. “I guess I’d feel a lot more comfortable if I went to Collins and owned up, but perhaps I owe it to the school and the team to keep mum and——”
“Seems to me,” interrupted Arthur, “we’re losing sight of the main question, which is: Will it help Gerald any? If it won’t, that ends it, to my mind, because the law doesn’t insist that a chap must give himself away. As long as faculty doesn’t find us out it isn’t up to us to help them.”
“That’s so,” said Durfee. “And I guess there isn’t any question of benefiting Pennimore. I’ll tell you what we can do, though, fellows, we can see that he doesn’t have any trouble with his studies. He will have to have C’s, or better, you know. I’ll take him on in math, and the rest of you can help him with other things. How will that do, Gerald?”
“It’s very nice of you,” Gerald replied, “but I guess I can manage all right alone. If I can’t I’ll ask you to help me.”
“That’s settled, then,” said Alf. “And now, gentlemen, I move you that the S. P. M. disbands!”
“Wait,” said Tom. “Not before we officially change its motto, Alf.”
“What to?” asked Alf.
“‘O you April Fools!’” answered Tom, softly.