SAM ISAACS walked like a storm cloud into the room without speaking to anyone. He yanked his suitcase out from under his bunk, opened it, and began to throw in his clothes.
“Do you care to talk about it?” Jim Yewell asked.
“Nothing to say,” Sam answered. “I’m washed, that’s all. I never flunked anything in my life and I know darned well I passed that test. I guess they’ve got it in for me, nothing else makes sense.” Angrily he pitched a pair of rolled-up socks into a corner of his case.
At that moment Aikens came in the door. Just as Sam had done, he reached for his suitcase and began to pack. He did it slowly, as though he were thinking hard about something far away. d**k had an idea; seeing his roommates in an acutely embarrassing position, he thought of a way to make them a little le
