“Not yet.” Mr. Borden smiled as he saw Dan’s expression of surprise. “I had a few things to attend to first before I could give any time to Walter or you.” “I’ll go out and find him for you,” said Dan, hastily rising as he spoke. “Not quite yet, Dan. There are some things I want to say to you when Walter is not here.” “Yes, sir.” Dan’s face flushed and his confusion was manifest. “Do you know where Walter is now?” “No, sir.” “Haven’t you any idea?” “Probably he is with some of the boys. I’ll be glad to look him up if you would like to have me.” “Not yet,” said Mr. Borden quietly. “If you were to look him up for me, where would you go first to find him?” “Why, in some one of the fellows’ rooms,” replied Dan, looking quickly at his visitor as he spoke. How much and what did Mr. Borden know? “Would you go first to Gus Kiggins’ room?” “Why, I might,” replied Dan lamely. “I thought so. Dan, have you had any ‘marks’ against you?” “Yes, sir. I’ve had ten.” “Been put on the ‘limits’?” “Yes, sir,” answered Dan, his face flushing scarlet. “Do you mind telling me what for? Please do not think I am too inquisitive, but I should like to know the reasons.” “Mr. Sharp said I was scuffling in the hall. That is against the rules, you know.” “Yes, I know. If there is a rule against scuffling why did you break it?” “I didn’t intend to break it, but I suppose I did,” said Dan lamely. “Why?” persisted Mr. Borden. “I haven’t any answer.” “Would you put Gus Kiggins out of your room if the same thing happened again?” Dan glanced quickly at Mr. Borden, but the face of his visitor did not betray any feeling. “I don’t know,” he said at last in a low voice. “In which division of the class are you, Dan?” Mr. Borden next inquired. “The first.” “That’s the first quarter of the class, isn’t it?” “Yes, sir.” “Is Walter in that division?” “I don’t think he is――that is, he isn’t this term――I mean――――” “Will he be there next term?” “I don’t know.” “Do you expect him to be?” “He could be――he might. He has a quicker mind than I have.” Still Mr. Borden’s face did not betray his real feelings. “Dan,” he said abruptly, “why didn’t you write me?” “About what, Mr. Borden?” “Why didn’t you write me that letter you began?” “How do you know I began a letter?” asked Dan in amazement. “You began a letter to me in which you thanked me for what I had done for you, but you went on to say that you could not stay in the Tait School any longer.” “How do you know?” asked the astounded Dan with crimson face. “Never mind, Dan, how I know. Let me answer your unwritten letter by word of mouth. A bargain is a bargain and you have no right to go back upon it any more than I have.” “But, Mr. Borden,” protested Dan, “that wasn’t it. I didn’t feel that――I thought I couldn’t keep on――I didn’t want you to think――――”