CHAPTER XXII
DARK DAYS
Sid was waiting for Tom outside the proctor's office.
"Well?" he asked eagerly as his chum appeared, but it needed only a look at the downcast face to tell that it was not "well" but "ill."
"Rusticated!" exclaimed Tom.
"For how long?"
"Two weeks."
"On your own account, or"
"Mainly because I wouldn't tell, I guess. Being out late just once isn't so monstrous."
"Of course not. Still you couldn't tell."
"Certainly not. It's tough, though. Suspended twice in the first term! I wonder what dad and the girls'll say."
"Don't tell 'em."
"Oh, I'll have to, but I guess they'll understand."
"It certainly is rocky," admitted Sid, "but, do you know, I envy you a bit. It's getting mighty
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