“I’ll get part of it—say a hundred dollars at first. I will pay you that. You leave the academy. Later I will get the rest as fast as I can and send it to you.”
Bunol struck a match and lighted his cigarette.
“I am not so much a big fool,” he said. “I take it all at once. That is the only way.”
“But you’ll get it! I can’t pay you all at once. It will be hard to raise the hundred. I shall have to sacrifice many things. I shall have to let some of this stuff here go. But I will do that. It is all I can do.”
Bunol had not taken three whiffs from the cigarette, but he flung it into the grate and turned toward the door.
“Where—where are you going?” asked Chester unsteadily.
“To Professor Gunn,” was the answer.
“Come back here—come back!” cried Arlington, jumping up in the greatest agitation.
Bunol paused.
“Why come back?” he asked. “It is no arrangement we can make.”