“Maybe you can,” said Nelson, “but talking won’t do it.”
“Well, I can; but I’m not going to. There isn’t going to be any row, so you fellows might as well chase yourselves. It was just a joke, Tilford. Hillton’s all right. It’s the best school in the country, barring one. How’ll that do for an apology, my fierce friend?”
“It isn’t quite truthful,” answered Nelson, smiling in spite of himself, “but I guess it’ll answer. Here’s your old paper.”
Dan accepted it and tore it up. Then he stuffed the pieces in the first bunk he came to.
“War is averted,” he announced.
Then he went out, followed by most of the inmates of the dormitory, who were laughingly accusing him of “taking water.”
“He’s a queer chump,” said Nelson, with something of unwilling admiration in his tones. But Bob didn’t hear him. He was back on his bed, absorbed in a magazine.
“And you’re another,” added Nelson under his breath.