He moved about the room, tossing back his hair impatiently. "That's what Hungerford was trying to hint to me," he said. "So my conduct has been under fire. What I do is a subject of criticism because I've gone out of the beaten way, done something they don't understand--the precious idiots!" Then he remembered Reynolds, and his anger began to rise. "The little squirt, the impudent little scribbler, to come and tell me what I should or shouldn't do! How the devil did I ever keep my temper? Who is he anyhow? I'll give him an answer!" All at once he perceived the full extent of the situation, and what a defiance would mean to those leaders in the class above, men marked for Skull and Bones, the society to which he aspired. "No pressure!" he said aloud, with a grim laugh, "Oh, no! no pressure at all! Advice only--take it or leave it, but the consequences are on your head. By Heavens, I wouldn't have believed it." It hurt him, it hurt him acutely, that he, who had won his way to leadership, should have sat and listened to those who were the masters of his success. "Hold up, hold up, Dink Stover," he said, all at once. "This is serious--a damn sight more serious than you thought. It's up to you. What are you going to do about it?" All at once the temper that always lay close to his skin, uncontrollable and violent, broke out. "By Heavens--and I stood for it--I stood there quietly and listened, and never said a word! But I didn't realize it--no, I didn't realize it. Yes, but he won't understand it, that damned little whipper-snapper of a Reynolds; he'll think I've kow-towed. He will, will he? We'll see! By Heavens, that's what their society game means, does it! Thank Heaven, I didn't argue with them. At least I didn't do that." He strode over quickly, and seizing his cap clapped it on his head, and stopped. "Now or never," he said, between his teeth. He went out slamming the door; and as he went, furiously, all the anger and humiliation blazed up in a fierce revolt--he, Dink, Dink Stover, had stood tamely and listened while others had come and told him what to do, told him in so many words that he was "queering" himself. He went out of the entry almost at a run, with a sort of blind, unreasoning idea that he could overtake them. By the fence he almost upset Dopey McNab, who called to him fruitlessly: "Here--I say, Dink! What the devil!" He reached the center of the campus before he stopped. He had quite lost control of himself; he knew what he would say, and he didn't care. Suddenly he recalled where Reynolds roomed, and went hot-foot for Vanderbilt, with a fierce physical longing to be provoked into a fight. He arrived at the door breathlessly, a lump in his throat, never considering the chances of finding them out. Le Baron and Reynolds were before the fireplace in a determined argument. He shut the door behind him, and leaned against it, digging his nails into his hands with the effort to master his voice.