“Well,” he replied very seriously, “that’s doubtful. I wish there was another man along—somebody I could swear at when I felt like it. I’ll make the best of it. She may be a really fine person. She’s a niece of Tanner’s, too. When do you start work?”
“To-morrow. Fifth year is pretty easy, but I wish it was over. I’m getting sick of the whole game.”
“What’s the matter?”
“Money, of course.”
“Do you mean you’re short of cash?”
“Sure. It’s going to be tough wiggling to get through this year,” he admitted. “Do you know, lack of money is the one, big, damned tragedy of my life?”
“Could I lend you some?” Mauney asked simply.
“Could you—what?” exclaimed Lee, sitting up. “Have you got money?”
“Some,” admitted Mauney. “I could lend you a few hundred, if you need it.”