“I pay no heed to your insults, you gallery-player!” “Shut up! There wasn’t any gallery to-day. It was too cold.” “Gallery enough. Fellows at table spent about half the time talking about you and your stunts. And I had to make believe I knew all about it and keep nosing around for clews. Not for worlds would I have confessed that I knew naught of which they spake. Fancy my position! Me who raised you from a cradle! Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” “Awfully,” said Leonard. “Now will you dry up and let me get this Latin?” “I will not. Say, General, I wish you’d set to work and get Renneker’s job away from him.” “That’s likely,” scoffed Leonard. “What you got against Renneker?” “Nothing. Only--” Slim sobered, and after a moment’s pause continued: “Only that yarn of Johnny McGrath’s makes me sort of wonder whether--well, if Renneker wasn’t on the team, General, there wouldn’t be anything to worry about!” “I thought you’d decided that there wasn’t anything in that idea of McGrath’s.” “So I had. I’m still that way. Only--well, I wish some one would find out the truth of it. Or you’d beat him out for the place!” “I’ve got a fine chance, Slim! Look here, if you think there’s a chance that McGrath isn’t mistaken why don’t you ask Renneker about it?” Slim shrugged. “It isn’t my funeral. Besides, what’s to prevent him from lying?” Leonard shook his head. “I don’t believe he would, Slim. He doesn’t seem that sort, you know.” “No,” agreed Slim, grudgingly, “he doesn’t. Oh, well, I should worry. Gee, I’ve got enough to attend to without turning reformer. There’s the class dinner Saturday, and Cash tells me only about half the bunch have paid up so far. By the way, have you heard anything?” “Not a thing,” replied Leonard. “Guess you haven’t tried very hard,” grumbled the other. “I’d like to know what the freshies are up to. They’ve got something planned. You can see that by the knowing look of ’em. Some fool stunt the juniors have put ’em up to, I’ll wager. Well--” Slim relapsed into thoughtful silence, and Leonard edged his chair back to the table. After a minute he asked: “That all?” “Huh?” inquired Slim absently. “If you’re quite through I’ll have another go at this Latin,” said Leonard politely. “But of course if there’s anything else on your mind--” “Go to the dickens,” growled Slim.