"You needn't leave at all. My governor allows me a hundred dollars a
month for my own use--spending money, you know. I'll give you half of
it, if that will enable you to pull through."

Walter was touched.

"You are a friend worth having, Creswell," he said. "But I really
think I shall enjoy being out of college for a year. I shall find out
what is in me. But I sha'n't forget your generous offer."

"Better accept it, Sherwood. I can get along well enough on fifty
dollars a month."

"I won't accept it for myself, but I'll tell you something. My chum,
Gates, is very hard pushed. You know he depends wholly on himself, and
twenty-five dollars just at this time would be a godsend to him. He is
worried about paying his bills. If, now, you would transfer a little
at your generosity to him--"

"I don't know him very well, but if you speak well of him that is
enough. I shall be glad to help him. Let me see how much I can spare."

He drew out a wallet, and from it four ten dollar bills.

"Here are forty dollars," he said. "Give them to him, but don't let
him know where they came from." "Creswell, you're a trump!" said
Walter, shaking his hand vigorously. "You don't know how happy you
will make him."

"Oh, that's all right. But I'm sorry you won't let me do something for