For his part, in spite of the fact that his chum had hurt him a good deal by his mean suspicion of him, he was ready to make up, only--well, he had some pride, after all, and it did seem as if the first overtures should come from Steve.

No, on the whole, Tom wasn't looking forward to the banquet with any great amount of enjoyment.

If Steve was going to be there, too---- Someone came hurrying down the corridor, the room door flew open and there stood Steve himself, a radiant and embarrassed look on his face, his gaze searching the room for Tom.

His face fell a little as he found the room apparently empty, and then lighted again as his glance discovered Tom at the closet door, Tom half-dressed and with a pair of trousers dangling over his arm.

Out went Steve's hand as he turned.
"I'm sorry, Tom," he said simply.