you."

"I will if I need it."

"Good!" said Creswell, in a tone of satisfaction. "Now, mind, you
don't hesitate."

Walter, happy in the happiness he was going to confer, made his way
quickly to his own room. Gates sat at the table with a troubled brow,
writing some figures on a piece of paper.

"What are you about, Gates?" asked his chum.

"I have been thinking." said Gates wearily, "that perhaps I ought to
do what you have decided to do."

"What's that?"

"Leave college.

"But why?"

"I am so troubled to pay my bills. I wrote to my uncle last week--he
is a well-to-do farmer--asking him if he wouldn't send me fifteen
dollars to help pay my term bills. I promised to come and help him in
the farm work during July."

"What does he say?" asked Walter, smiling, Gates couldn't understand
why.