If upper class men and young ladies are plentiful in Wiegard's, however, prudent fourth class men keep right on without stopping.
Dan left Bancroft Hall quite certain that his chum would not be along for at least an hour.
At the gate Dan made his report of liberty, then kept on up Maryland Avenue.
As he turned into State Circle he slowed up a trifle, glancing in through the door at Wiegard's.
"Too many upper class men in there for me," decided Dan, so turning he made his was way through the State Capitol grounds, and on into Main Street.
Here he strolled more slowly, passing, here and there, a member of his class, though none with whom he was particularly intimate.
"I'm thirsty," decided Dalzell.

"I don't believe I want any of the hot drinks.

There's Tony's.

I'll drop in and get a bottle of soda lemonade." Tony saw the fourth classman coming, and a peculiar smile crossed his lips.

On the occasion on which Brimmer had pointed out the chums to the Greek the latter had understood that it was Dan who was to be the principal victim.
"Good afternoon, Tony!" was Dan's greeting, as he stepped into the shop.