“Tell me, Mr. Pennimore,” he asked one morning[79] with his best sarcasm4, “is there any subject I could substitute for algebra that would interest you?” As Gerald made no reply—having learned by this time the wisdom of declining McIntyre’s challenges to debate—but merely sat with red cheeks, listening to the suppressed giggles5 of the fellows around him, Kilts construed6 the boy’s silence to please himself.
“Ah, there is, then! Now, tell me what it is, sir, and I’ll bring the matter up in Faculty7 Meeting, and perhaps we can make the change. Would it be embroidery—or jack-straws—or puss-in-the-corner? Would it be any of those, Mr. Pennimore?”
Gerald sat silent with burning cheeks.
“Come, come, Mr. Pennimore! Let us hear it, pray. Don’t be afraid to speak up. What would it be, now?”
“Manners!” blurted8 Gerald, trembling with anger. Mr. McIntyre’s little Scotch9 eyes blazed and the class sobered instantly. But the instructor’s voice was surprisingly gentle as he replied:
“Ah, an excellent choice, sir, an excellent choice. I ken2 ye know your own requirements, and I’ll see what we can do for ye. (Mr. McIntyre was liable to fall back into Scotch brogue on occasions, occasions which the boys who knew him well were[80] prone10 to dread11.) Ay, ay, manners are what ye need, doubtless.”
Mr. McIntyre smiled gently and took up his book again. Some one ventured to laugh nervously12, but the look which he received killed his mirth instantly. Proceedings13 were resumed, and for the rest of the half-hour Kilts took no notice of Gerald. When class was over Gerald hurried out of the room and over to Clarke with blazing eyes, half beside himself with anger. Dan happened to be in the room, and to him Gerald poured forth14 his tale. But if he expected sympathy or indignation, he was doomed15 to disappointment. Dan heard the story calmly.
“Well, I guess it’s you for the Office, Gerald,” he said with a frown. “What made you be such an ass3 as to say that to Kilts? Don’t you know he’s got a temper like a ginger-jar?”
Gerald stared in amazement16.
“But—but see what he said to me!” he gasped17. “Do you think I’m going to sit quiet and take that, Dan? I guess not! What right had he to insult me before the whole class? He—he’s nothing but a Scotch beggar, anyway!”
“He’s one of the best mathematicians18 in the country,” replied Dan quietly, “and no matter what else he is, he’s your teacher and you ought to treat him politely. If he was impolite to you,[81] that’s no reason for you to answer back, Gerald.”
“Well, I did it!” cried Gerald hotly. “And I’ll do it again if he ever says things like that to me.”
“Maybe you won’t have a chance,” replied Dan dryly. “You’d better wait until you’ve seen Collins. You’ve got yourself into a nasty hole, Gerald, and you might as well realize it. Fellows have been suspended here for less than what you’ve done.”
“Let them suspend me, then,” said Gerald hotly. “I don’t care what they do! I’m sick and tired of this place, anyway. Every one’s down on me, the teachers and every one else! And you don’t care, either. You’re just like Loring and Dyer and those fellows. I hope they send me home! I’d rather be there than here!”
“And how about your father?” asked Dan gently. “Think he’d be pleased, Gerald? Now, look here!” Dan laid a hand kindly19 on the boy’s shoulder. “Don’t make any more of a mess of it, Gerald. You were wrong in answering back, and you must see that. Why, it’s sort of as though you were in the army, Gerald. Kilts is your superior officer, you see, and it’s your place to take what he says and keep your mouth closed. And you know as well as I do that you haven’t been pegging20 at algebra lately the way you ought to.[82] You’ve got it into your head that you can’t do it, and now you don’t try. And Kilts sees that and doesn’t like it. He’s got a sharp tongue, has Kilts, and I dare say he said things he shouldn’t have said, but that’s not for you to bother about. What you want to do is to knuckle21 down and see that he doesn’t have a chance to get after you again. I’ll say one thing for Kilts, and that is, if he sees a fellow is trying to get along he will help him all he can. I’ve seen that myself, lots of times.”
“He’s a brute,” muttered Gerald rebelliously22.
“No, he really isn’t. He’s awfully23 human, and he’s got a temper. Look at the way he acted last Fall when Jones painted up the front of Dudley that time! When Toby came along Kilts was out there with soap and water trying to wash out the paint so the fellow who did it wouldn’t get into trouble. He’s hard to get along with, but he’s pretty fair in the long run. Now, you listen to what Collins has to say, and tell him you were angry and excited and didn’t mean to insult Kilts. Then you take your medicine and buckle24 down and make up your mind to show Kilts that you are just as smart as any other fellow in your class. Maybe Collins will let you down easily this time. But you don’t want to talk to him the way you’ve talked to me, Gerald. That won’t do at all.[83] Let him understand that you’re sorry and—”
“I’m not sorry,” declared Gerald. “I’m glad.”
“Well, you’ll get over it, then,” said Dan, a trifle impatiently. “Don’t try to ride the high-horse with Collins, or you’ll be down and out in no time. I know you have had a rather tough time of it in some ways since you came, but now, just when things are getting better, don’t go and spoil it all. Why, you made the hockey team last week, and you’ve met a lot of fellows who will be nice to you if you’ll let them. Don’t spoil it all now and disappoint your father, Gerald.”
Gerald made no answer, and after waiting a moment, Dan took up his books and moved toward the door.
“Well, I must be off,” he said. “See you after dinner, Gerald.”
Gerald nodded sullenly25.
But after dinner Gerald was not to be found, and the two didn’t meet again until just before supper. Dan had been skating on the river, and was feeling fine until he entered Number 28 and caught sight of Gerald’s glum26 face bending over a book.
“Hello,” he said, peeling off his sweater, “where were you at noon?”
“Office,” answered Gerald shortly.
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“Who did you see? Collins? What did he say?” asked Dan anxiously.
“Oh, he said a lot,” replied Gerald disgustedly. “Lectured me for half an hour, I guess.”
“Well? It’s all right, eh? He didn’t punish you?”
“Didn’t he?” asked Gerald bitterly. “He says I’ve got to stay in bounds for two weeks, and I can’t play on the hockey team.” Dan gave a sigh of relief.
“Well, that’s good. I was afraid he’d suspend you. But Collins is a pretty good sort. You got off easy, all right.”
“Easy! I’m glad you think so. I suppose it doesn’t make much difference to you, though,” said Gerald bitterly. “You’ll have your fun just the same, you and Loring and Dyer! No one cares how badly I get—get stung!”
“That’s nonsense,” said Dan. “Of course I’m sorry he put you on probation27 but it might have been lots worse, Gerald. I was afraid he’d send you home for a couple of weeks, and that would have been the dickens!”
“I wish he had sent me home!”
“Don’t be silly,” begged Dan. “Two weeks on probation isn’t much. It’ll be gone before you know it. And there’ll be plenty of hockey left for you.”
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“Oh, it’s easy enough for you to talk! You haven’t lost your place on the team!”
“Yes, I suppose that does queer you there,” mused28 Dan. “Still, you’ve got three years yet, Gerald, and what does it matter if you don’t make a dormitory team this year? Just you practice all you can and then, maybe, next year you can get on the Varsity. And that’s more than I’ve been able to do!”
“I don’t want to wait until next year,” answered Gerald irritably29. “I want to play now. And I don’t think it’s fair to say I can’t play just because Kilts insulted me, and I answered back. And what’s more, I won’t stand it!”
“I’m afraid you’ll have to,” replied Dan impatiently. “It’s no use going to Toby; he always stands by Collins.”
“I don’t intend to go to Toby,” replied Gerald.
“That’s right,” said Dan cheerfully. “Buck up and take your medicine. Have you written your father to-day?”
“No.”
“You’re going to, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know,” muttered Gerald.
“You’d better. You tell him just how it all happened, and I’ll write a note, too, and you can put it in your letter. You see, Collins is sure to write to him and report the matter, and he will[86] think it’s much worse than it is if you don’t explain. Now, come on and let’s eat.”
At dinner Dan promised Alf to go over to the latter’s room later in the evening.
“I guess I’ll bring Gerald along, if you don’t mind,” he said. “He’s feeling rather down in the mouth.”
“Of course, bring him along,” answered Alf.
But when the time came Gerald refused to go.
“I don’t care to go where I’m not wanted,” he declared, and all of Dan’s persuasion30 failed to move him. In the end Dan went alone, feeling rather guilty at leaving Gerald there in the dumps.
Events proved that Dan would have done better to have remained at home that evening, for Gerald was in a bitter mood. He really believed that he had been treated unjustly by the Faculty in the persons of Mr. McIntyre and Mr. Collins, and was jealous of Alf and Tom. It seemed to him to-night that nothing but trouble had fallen to his lot since his advent31 at Yardley. The fellows had shown that he wasn’t wanted, he had been insulted by Thompson and Mr. McIntyre, and, worst blow of all, Dan was tired of him and spent more of his time at Number 7 Dudley than he did in his own room. Gerald gloomed for a while, and then took paper and pen and tried to write his mid-week letter to his father in England. But the sentences[87] wouldn’t shape themselves, and he soon gave up the effort. He tried to study, but could make nothing of that, either. So he started to think things over again, and the more he thought the worse everything appeared to him, until, at last, with an exclamation32 of defiance33, he strode to his closet and pulled down his suit-case from the shelf. For the next ten minutes he was busy packing such of his things as he could take from his chiffonier without endangering his secret. His brushes and comb, and things of that sort, he would have to leave until morning, but it wouldn’t take a moment to drop them in. His preparations completed, he put the bag back on the shelf and got ready for bed, cheerful and excited. When Dan returned, just before ten, Gerald was in bed, and apparently34 fast asleep.
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