The winter day being mild, he did not trouble himself to don his uniform overcoat.
"Going to slip your cable ?" inquired Dan, who was moored fast to a text-book.
"Yes; I feel the need of fresh air." "Shove off, then!" Dave went out quietly, Dan gazing curiously after his friend until the door had closed behind him.
"Poor chap," muttered Dan.

"I reckon he has need enough of something to stop that restless feeling.

The class meets to-night!" Jetson, after some fifteen minutes of aimless wandering, felt himself attracted to the gymnasium.

Going inside, he went to his locker, where, with feverish energy, he changed to gym costume.
For a few minutes the sulky one performed on the flying rings.

He was an adept at this work, and something in the rapid motion soothed his troubled mind.
Tiring of the rings at last, Jetson stood with folded arms, looking about him, until his eyes lighted with interest on the trapezes.