He had been expecting some books by express for several days, and now he would just walk down to the station and see if they were there. He was a good walker, and once clear of the school grounds, he swung his stick and stepped out vigorously. Overhead the millions of stars sparkled whitely in a purple-black sky, shedding a faint radiance over the snowy road and fields. Perhaps[104] memory brought recollections of just such tingling6 nights at home in the lowlands of Scotland, for he paused once for a long while at the edge of the road and gazed off across the fields and sighed ere he went on his way again.
At the station he found that his package had not yet been received. As he turned to retrace7 his steps a long whistle reached him through the silence, and he paused at the corner of the station to watch the train come in. He always enjoyed that. He liked to see the glare sweep down the track, listen to the mighty8 breath of the great iron monster hurling9 itself out of the night, watch the lighted windows as they flashed by, and wonder, as folks will who are quite out of the world of travel, who were beyond them and why. Even an instructor10 of mathematics may have imagination. But instead of thundering by, the train slackened pace and came to a stop. Only a handful of travelers alighted, and they were soon swallowed up in the semi-darkness outside the radius11 of the station lights.
But two of the alighting travelers interested him. They were boys, and Kilts believed that he recognized one of them. This one, the taller and larger of the pair, passed not far from where Kilts stood. He carried a suit-case into the station, and presently emerged without it. Then he[105] joined his companion, who was awaiting him in the shadow at the farther end of the platform, and together they passed around to where the carriages stood. Kilts, with no idea of spying, but merely to satisfy a mild curiosity, went around the station at the other end and walked down the asphalt there until he was within a few yards of the carriage into which the two boys were clambering. He was right. The larger of the two was Vinton. He wondered where that youth had been to be returning to school so long after supper time. He recollected12, too, that Vinton had been absent from his class that afternoon. It was quite likely, however, that he had permission to leave school, Kilts reflected. Then the incident of the bag presented itself. Why had Vinton left his bag at the station, since he had ridden up in a carriage? That looked suspicious. Kilts wasn’t one to look for trouble, but it seemed to him that here was something that would bear investigation13. He resolved to stop at the Office on his way to his room and see whether Vinton had received permission to sign off.
Meanwhile the carriage containing the boys was rattling14 along over the snowy, rutted road. Dan seemed suddenly very silent, and Gerald, who, ever since his capitulation, had been in the highest spirits, wondered, and presently asked the[106] reason. After a moment’s hesitation15 Dan answered:
“Kilts was down there at the station, Gerald, and I’m pretty certain he recognized me.”
“Do you think he will tell?” asked Gerald anxiously.
“I don’t know. He saw me take your bag into the station. He was standing16 at the corner. I didn’t notice him until I came out, and I wasn’t certain then who he was. But he followed us around to the carriage. I hope he didn’t see you to know you.”
“So do I,” said Gerald. “He’s got it in for me badly enough as it is. But I hope you won’t get into trouble.”
“It won’t matter as long as he doesn’t find out who you are,” Dan replied. Then he moved forward and engaged the driver in conversation, swearing that worthy17 to secrecy18. They dismissed the carriage at the foot of the hill and walked up to school by way of the path. Their precaution, however, proved unnecessary, for no one was in sight as they made their way to Clarke. Nor did they meet a single person on their way up the stairs and through the hall. Dan heaved a sigh of relief as he closed the room door behind him. If Kilts didn’t prove troublesome everything was all right.
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“Jove!” he said as he took off his coat and looked curiously19 around the room. “It seems like two or three days since I was here last. And I’ve only been away eight hours! Get your things off, Gerald, and we’ll get to work. What’s going to trouble you most to-morrow? You missed all your recitations to-day, I suppose?”
“Yes,” Gerald answered, “but algebra20 is the only thing I’m afraid of.”
“All right. Get your books together and sit down. We’ll go over the lesson together. I suppose you’ll have about five pages more to-morrow, eh?” Dan brought his chair around beside Gerald’s. “This doesn’t look awfully21 difficult. I don’t believe you really get your mind on it, Gerald. Here, try this one and see how it goes. While you’re doing it I’ll glance through my French.”
They were both studying very hard when, some twenty minutes later, there came a knock at the door.
“Come,” called Dan, darting22 an apprehensive23 glance at his companion. The door opened and in walked Kilts. The boys jumped to their feet.
“Good evening,” said Dan. “Will you sit down, sir?”
Kilts was tall and lean, his clean-shaven face surmounted24 by an unruly shock of iron-gray[108] hair. His eyes—they might have been gray or blue—were deeply set and sharp as two gimlets. In age he was about fifty. He still wore his queer old plaid ulster, without which he was seldom seen abroad, no matter the season, and carried his cloth hat and his stick in his hand. He answered Dan’s greeting, bowed to Gerald and took the chair offered, settling his stick across his knees and laying his hat carefully atop. Then with a glance about the room he smoothed one lean cheek with his hand and fixed25 his gaze on Dan.
“I’m not wanting to be here, Vinton,” he said gravely but kindly26. “But I’ve got a question to ask you. I saw you at the station awhile ago, eh?”
“Yes, sir,” replied Dan.
“You’d been away?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Without permission?”
“Yes, sir.”
Kilts’ gaze moved to Gerald, who, in his chair at the desk, was looking intently at his book.
“There was a boy with you?”
Dan hesitated a moment. Then:
“Yes, sir,” he answered.
“Who was he?”
“I’d rather not say, Mr. McIntyre.”
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“Hum,” grunted28 Kilts. There was a moment of silence. Gerald took up a pencil and began scrawling29 nervously30 on the margin31 of his book. Kilts cleared his throat. “Well, I’m sorry. I’ll have to report this, Vinton. You understand that?”
“Yes, sir. And—I’m sorry, too.”
“Well, well, maybe ’twill not be so bad. If you’re sorry, now, likely—”
“What I meant was,” said Dan with a smile, “that I was sorry for you, sir.”
“Eh? Sorry for me?” Mr. McIntyre’s thick, grizzled eyebrows32 snapped together.
“Why, yes, sir. I know you don’t like to have to report fellows,” answered Dan.
“Hum! Well, no more I do, Vinton.” Kilts frowned, glanced at Gerald and glanced away again. “Maybe there were circumstances, Vinton, that extenuate33 your action,” he said finally with a hopeful note in his voice. “Maybe, now, ’twas illness in the family; maybe ’twas necessary for you to leave school suddenly—”
“It was, sir, very necessary,” replied Dan, “but it had nothing to do with my family.”
“Well, well, maybe if you’d be telling me about it, now—”
“I’m afraid I can’t, sir,” said Dan regretfully. “I wish I could. But it concerns someone else.”
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“Then you’re afraid you might get him into trouble?”
“Y-yes, sir.” He paused. Then he said frankly34; “The fact, sir, is that it was necessary for me to go to New York on the noon train; I can’t tell you why it was necessary; and I only learned that I had to go just a few minutes before the train left. The train was moving when I got on it. So there was no time to get permission and sign off. I knew it was against the rules, sir, but I couldn’t very well do anything else.”
“Well, well, it’s too bad,” said Kilts, “too bad! But I’ll speak a good word for you. I would not be surprised if we were lenient35, Vinton. As for the other boy, now—” Kilts very carefully refrained from even a glance toward Gerald—“why, I don’t know who he may be, and so I don’t feel called on to mention him. But he must promise not to do anything of the kind again. Do you think he will promise that?”
“I’m sure of it,” replied Dan earnestly and gratefully.
Kilts nodded.
“Good! Then I’ll say good-night. I fear I’ve kept you from study too long already.” Mr. McIntyre took up his stick and hat and prepared to rise, but Dan interrupted.
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“Mr. McIntyre, sir, just a moment, please,” he begged. “I—I—there’s something else, sir.”
Kilts laid his stick back across his knees and threw aside his ulster again.
“Well?” he asked. Dan was silent a moment, formulating36 his thoughts. Then:
“This other boy, sir,” he said, “it’s about him.” Kilts nodded and Gerald stirred uneasily at the table. “You don’t know who he is, sir, as you say, and so he—he isn’t likely to come into the affair. But I’d like to tell you a little about him, as it can’t do him any harm.”
“Well, let me hear it,” said Kilts.
“I’ll call him—Moore,” said Dan, “but that isn’t his name. He—he hasn’t been here very long. This is his first school. He has always studied with tutors and there are some things he hasn’t got on very well with. And one of them is mathematics.”
Kilts nodded inscrutably and Gerald leaned closer to his book.
“He’s in algebra now, sir,” Dan continued, “and he’s making hard work of it. At first he really tried hard to understand it and get along, but he couldn’t seem to make a go of it. Then he got discouraged and I’m afraid he didn’t try so hard. You see, sir, there were other things that were—were unpleasant. Moore’s father is a[112] very prominent man and a very wealthy one. And when Moore came here a good many of the fellows took a dislike to him on that account. I suppose they thought that Moore was stuck-up, although he really isn’t. But he isn’t the sort of fellow that makes friends easily, sir; he’s a little bit shy. Well, some of the fellows tried to make it unpleasant for him; called him ‘Miss Nancy’ and ‘Young Money-bags’ and things like that. Well, that wasn’t pleasant, sir; and then he didn’t have any friends, only two or three who had known him before he entered school, and he began to think he was imposed on. Then there was the algebra. He couldn’t seem to make a go at that; he fancied that the instructor was a bit down on him, too, and you know that always discourages a fellow, sir.”
“Ay,” grunted Kilts.
“So one day, when he didn’t have his lesson, the instructor lost patience with him and ragged37 him in front of the class and Moore answered back. He hasn’t any excuse for that, sir, and he’s sorry now. Of course he was reported and he was placed on probation38. Well, he ought to have kept his nerve and steadied down. But instead he sort of went up in the air; thought everyone was down on him, nobody liked him, and that he was pretty badly treated. So he made up his[113] mind to—to cut it out—leave school, you know.”
“Hum,” muttered Kilts as Dan paused an instant.
“The fact is, sir, he really thought that all he had to do was to go home in order to leave school. He didn’t understand that it was necessary for his father to withdraw him. He believed that when he left Wissining the Faculty39 had nothing more to do with him. What I’m trying to show you, sir, is that he didn’t mean to disobey rules, but just quit altogether. Well, a friend of his learned about it three hours after he had gone. This friend knew that if the Faculty heard of it they might expel him. So he—he took the first train and went to the other fellow’s home and found him and brought him back.”
“He was ready to come back?” asked Kilts.
“Yes. He wanted to come back, although he pretended he didn’t. You see, sir, he—he had an idea that this friend of his had—had grown tired of him and didn’t care about him any more. When he found that wasn’t so he was glad to come back. If it would do any good he would go to the Office and confess what he’d done, but it might result in his being expelled. He doesn’t need punishment, sir, for he’s had a pretty tough time of it already, and he won’t ever do anything of the kind again. I’ve already promised that for[114] him,” added Dan with a smile at the professor.
For a moment there was silence. Kilts, leaning back in his chair, observed Dan steadily40 out of his sharp eyes. Dan stood the ordeal41 without a tremor42. Then:
“And why have you told me this, Vinton?” asked Kilts suddenly.
“Because Moore is back here now, sir, and he intends to do the best he can in everything, especially algebra. And I wanted you to know, sir, that if he doesn’t get on very well it isn’t because he isn’t trying. I’m going to help him all I can, sir,” said Dan earnestly. “I was going over the lesson with him when you—”
Gerald’s pencil rolled to the floor and Dan brought himself up with a jerk. But the only sign from Kilts was a momentary43 twinkle of the deep-set eyes.
“And so he thinks the instructor is down on him, eh?” asked Mr. McIntyre.
“He did think so, but I—but his friend made him understand that he was wrong.”
“Really, and how did his friend do that? What did he say now, Vinton?”
“He said,” replied Dan gravely, “that the instructor was hard on fellows when he thought they weren’t trying to get on; that he was a good deal like anyone else, sir; had a temper—”
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“Hum!” grunted Kilts.
“And lost it sometimes, like most folks. But that he was square and just and would treat a fellow white if the fellow showed that he was trying to do his work.”
Kilts seemed for the moment at a loss for something to say. Then he cleared his throat.
“Well, and what did he say?” asked Kilts, with a nod toward Gerald.
“You mean what did Moore say?” asked Dan politely.
“Yes, Moore; what did he say?”
“Well, he didn’t say much, sir; but he understood.”
“You think he did, eh? Think he believed you—I mean this friend of his?”
“Yes, sir, I’m quite sure he did.”
Kilts was silent a moment. Finally:
“Then you tell him that that instructor will give him fair-play. Tell him to do his best and not be touchy44 when the instructor loses that bad temper of his.”
“Thank you, sir, I will,” answered Dan gratefully. Mr. McIntyre got up with a grunt27 that might have meant most anything and began to button his ulster about his gaunt form. In the process his feet wandered toward the table. Gerald kept his head over his book.
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“Ah—hum—that your algebra, Pennimore?” asked Kilts, pointing at the book.
“Yes, sir,” murmured Gerald without looking up.
“Been—been looking it over, have you?”
“Yes, sir, a little.”
“Hm. I didn’t see you in class this morning, did I?”
“Er—no, sir.”
“Thought so. Well, to-morrow we take—let me see.” Kilts laid his stick and hat on the table and leaned over the book. “Yes, we take four pages and a half. To here. Mark it there. That’s right. Had any trouble with it so far?”
Gerald shot a bewildered look across at Dan’s smiling countenance45 and read reassurance46.
“Yes, sir, I have. I—I don’t seem to understand it, sir,” he added pathetically.
“Because you don’t try to!” said Kilts with a trace of asperity47. “You’ve just made up your mind that algebra is something you don’t need and that you’ll just fiddle48 through it the easiest way; just learn enough to get your marks. I know. Half you fellows think that. You don’t any of you understand that mathematics is a grand study. Why, you talk about romance, my boy! Here it is, right here!” And he thumped49 the open book with the back of one big hand.[117] “The Romance of Figures! Why, ’tis a wonderful, marvelous thing, my lad, this mathematics. ’Tis as full of romance and beauty as a garden of flowers! You don’t look beyond the surface; you don’t think! An’ ye go at it right, laddie, with open eyes and an open heart ye’ll love it!”
Kilts stopped and shook his head patiently.
“But ye won’t believe me. I know. You’re like the rest. You think I’m just an old fool with a hobby for figures, a dried-up old curmudgeon50 with no feelings, and no manners—”
“Oh, please, sir!” begged Gerald miserably51.
“There, there, laddie! ’Twas ill said! Think no more of it!” Kilts patted the boy’s shoulder and smiled down kindly at his distressed52 face. “Now show me what you don’t understand.” He looked around for a chair, and Dan, anticipating his want, placed one for him. Kilts produced his glasses from his pocket, unceremoniously pushed the litter of books and papers away from in front of him so that several would have fallen to the floor had not Dan rescued them in time and drew the algebra toward him. “What is it that’s puzzling that young brain of yours, my boy?”
Dan went quietly to his chair across the table and bent53 over his French. But he didn’t do much studying. The voices of Kilts and Gerald broke the silence at intervals54, Gerald’s apologetic, inquiring,[118] Kilts’ patient, persuasive55. Half an hour went by. Then:
“What did I say?” exclaimed Mr. McIntyre triumphantly56. “Concentrate, concentrate, Pennimore! Put your mind on what you’re doing. There’s not an example in that whole book that won’t come just as easy as that one has, if you put your mind to it. Look now, laddie, that’s not just a mess of little figures; ’tis a story, a little romance waiting for you to translate it. Remember that, lad, and maybe ’twill come easier.”
“Thank you very much, sir,” said Gerald gratefully. “I—I don’t think I’ll have so much trouble after this, sir. Anyhow, I’m going to try very hard, sir.”
“That’s right, that’s right,” answered Kilts, patting him on the arm as he lifted his long length out of the chair. “Put your mind on it; concentrate, concentrate! You’ll do finely yet. Good-night, good-night, boys.”
“Good-night, sir,” they echoed. Dan went to the door with the instructor and held it open.
“I’ll report to the Office to-morrow, sir,” he said.
“Eh? Well, well, I wouldn’t do that,” said Kilts slowly. There was a twinkle in his eye. “Wait ’till you hear, Vinton, wait ’till you hear.”[119] He lowered his voice. “Fact is, my boy, I’m getting along and my memory isn’t what it used to be. I might forget; there’s no telling. Yes, I might forget.”
And Kilts went off down the corridor. Dan thought that he heard a chuckle57.
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