Jack watched in silence a moment. Then—
“I took your advice,” he announced.
“Saw Perkins, you mean? What did he say?”
“Said it was all right; said he was glad to have me.”
“That’s good.”
“And I met Professor White in the yard.”
“What happened?” asked Anthony, turning his lean, spectacled face toward the other in evident interest. Jack recounted the conversation and Anthony grinned.
“Pretty cheeky, though, weren’t you?”
“I suppose I was,” Jack acknowledged. “But I don’t care; he had no business saying I was boorish. He—he’s a cad!”
“Easy there! Don’t call names, Weatherby; it’s a mean way to fight. White’s not as bad as he seems to you. He’s made a mistake and when he discovers the fact he’ll be the first to acknowledge it. You’ll see.”