observed Rupert. "The thing is, a fellow like you, who can in a way create sentiment in this school, ought not to stand by and seem amused when Herrick bullies an inoffensive boy."
"I know it," admitted Harry, growing red. "I just did n't think."
"You're going to be elected president of the athletic association," said Rupert, and at this Harry grew more red and embarrassed, and did not know which way to look. "Now live up to the job, Harry—before as well as after."
"It's not my job, I guess," Harry murmured. "It's more likely yours."
Rupert shook his head and laughed. "Not for me. I don't care about it in the least, and I shan't stand in your way."
"It's mighty good of you to tell me that, Rupe," Harry said, with genuine feeling. "Of course, there's no reason why I should be president. If the fellows want to elect me I'd like to have it, but"—
It was easier for him to stop, leaving the sentence unfinished.
