“But I insist upon it.”
“Then I must decline doing so.”
“You will be suspended, sir.”
“I should regret that,” was the lad’s manly reply. “But as I have broken no rule of the institution, such a suspension would be no disgrace to me.”
The president was perplexed. At this point one of the professors whispered something in his ear, and his eye turned immediately upon Freeman.
“Let Charles Freeman come forward,” he said.
With a fluctuating countenance the guilty youth left his seat and approached the faculty.
“Is this one of them?” said the president.
Aiken made no reply.
“Silence is assent,” the president remarked; “you can take your seat, young man.”