friends. They'll side with Sam, after this, no matter how much of a
case you make out against him."

"I suppose so," admitted Tom ruefully. "Well, I guess I'll have to let
things go by default. There's no use splitting the class in twain."

"That's the way I look at it," said Bruce eagerly, "I'm glad you see it
in that light, Tom. Save the class. But if you feel that you are
entitled to revenge------"

"I sure do!" interrupted Tom.

"Then take it privately--some other time," went on Bruce. "Football is
coming on now, and you may play on the team--so may Sam. It wouldn't
do to have bad feeling------"

"I understand," said Tom. "I'll let the thing slide for the time
being."

"And Jack and Bert?" queried Bruce.

"I'll get them to do the same thing. But there'll be a day of
reckoning for that bully all right!" and Tom clenched his fists.

"I don't blame you a bit," admitted Bruce. "Now go ahead with the
meal. My experiment is over."

"Come on," suggested Bruce when he had paid the bill. "What do you say
to a walk back to the Hall? It's a fine night, and the tramp will do
you good."