“It’s strange I don’t remember your son,” said Frank.
“Why, he’s a freshman.”
“Yes, but I know a large number of freshmen.”
“So my boy said. Said you knew them because some of them had been trying to do you a bad turn; but he was glad to see you get the best of them, for you were all right. He said the freshmen as a class thought so, too.”
“Your son was very complimentary. If I return to Yale, I shall look him up.”
“Then you contemplate returning to college?”
“I do.”
“When?”
“Next fall, if I do not lose my money backing my play.”
“Oh, you won’t lose forty-three thousand dollars.”