"I guess I'm not hankering for any martyr business, Harry. It isn't that exactly; I don't know just what it is. But if you won't say anything about it I'll be awfully much obliged."
"Well, then, I won't," promised Harry regretfully. "Only I do wish you were going to be a martyr!"
"I shall be if I don't hurry," answered Roy. "I have math with Mr. Buckman in about half a minute."
"Pooh! No one's afraid of Buck!" said Harry scornfully. "Cobby's the one to look out for; he's awfully strict." Roy was already making for School Hall. "You'll come and see Methuselah again soon, won't you?"
"Yes," called Roy.
"And you'll play tennis with me some day, too?"
"I don't play very well."
"Never mind," answered Harry, "I'll teach you. Good bye!"