The Shark’s scowl increased. “There you go! Can’t you fellows be precise about anything? Which is it?”
The club tried to agree on the point, but failed.
“Anyway, the zero will pull him below seventy,” Herman declared. Seventy being the passing mark, the faces of two or three of the club lengthened.
“Then if he has to stay away from recitations, he’ll have no chance to increase his mark,” groaned Step.
“And what sort of a show will he have in the final examination?” Poke put in.
“No show at all!” said the Shark promptly. “Umph! No need to take to figuring on that.”
“Hold on, fellows!” said Sam. “I don’t get light on the term-stand part of it, but on the other—the final, I mean—well, there’s a way.”
“What way?” two or three demanded together.
“We can work with him afternoons—tutor him—keep him up with the class.”
“Good scheme, Sam!” shouted Step.