"I'm not going to tell!" suddenly exclaimed the new student.
"You are not going to tell?" cried Mr. Callum, amazed.
"No. If you're going to make me do a lot of that Latin stuff, after I've been hazed, I'm not going to squeal on those fellows. I won't tell!"
Mr. Callum was dumbfounded. He gazed at Dr. Doolittle.
"Ah—er—um—quite right," said the doctor. "I don't blame you for not telling, Sedley. You may go."
"But—but, my dear Dr. Doolittle!" exclaimed Mr. Callum. "We must maintain discipline!"
"But there must be no tale-bearers in Riverview!" said the doctor sharply. "You may go, Sedley."
And Chet went with a queer feeling. Somehow he was pleased with himself, and when the other lads heard how he had kept silent some of them said:
"Say, Andy, that fellow we hazed isn't so bad after all."
"No. Perhaps he has the makings of a decent chap in him, if he'd stop thinking so much about his clothes," answered Andy.