scarcely a mouthful. Some of his dormitory mates wanted to know where he had been during the night, but he did not tell them.
At first Dave thought he would go to the former bully and talk to him, but then he concluded to let the matter rest with Plum. The latter came to him just before the noon session.
"Will you take a skate with me after school, Dave?" he asked, very humbly.
"Certainly, Gus."
"I—I want to go with you alone," faltered the big lad.
"Very well—I shan't tell any of the others," returned Dave.
A fine snow was falling when the school session was over, but none of the pupils minded this. Dave took his skates and went to the river, and Plum followed. Soon the pair were skating by themselves. When they had turned a bend, Plum led the way to a secluded spot, under the widespreading branches of an oak, and with a deep sigh threw himself down on a rock.
"I suppose you've got your own opinion of me," he began, bitterly, and with his face turned away. "I don't blame you—it's what I deserve. I hadn't any right to promise you that I'd reform, for it doesn't seem to be in me. My appetite for liquor is too strong for me. Now, don't say it isn't, for I know it is."
