"
"Going?" asked Durville of Jordan.
"I'm not invited, Durry," replied the other.
"I am, and I'm going."
"But you don't know the subject of the meeting?"
"No; that's what puzzles me," admitted Durville. "I'm wondering
if it has anything to do with choosing the class ring, or selecting
our uniforms for after graduation."
"You simpleton!" cried Jordan in disgust. "You don't see far,
do you? Can't you guess what the meeting is to discuss?"
"I'm blessed if I can."
"Anstey, outside of Holmes, has been the most constant friend of
Prescott. Now, Prescott has his chance of passing, if the class
'silence' on him can be lifted. Anstey is going to sound class
opinion. If the 'silence' can't be lifted, then Prescott is
going to 'fess' down and out, and we shall see the last of him."
"Poor old fellow!" muttered Durville. "Say, do you know, I'm
growing almost sorry for the poor beggar and his long, bitter dose."
"After what he did to you?" demanded Jordan with instant scorn.
"Durville, I thought you a man of spirit."
"May a man of spirit forgive his enemy, especially when he sometimes
doubts whether the other fellow really is an enemy?" demanded
Durville.
"Oh, he may, I suppose," replied Jordan, his lip curling. "On
the whole, however, I am a good deal surprised at seeing you accept
the loss of all your liberties and privileges so easily as you
are doing.
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