“Do you want me to go, Son?” demanded the father, catching him by the shoulder.
“Of course I do! I don’t think you ought to stay behind with Uncle Dick and Uncle Sam going.”
“It doesn’t seem right,” added his twin.
“And it isn’t right! But what am I going to do?” asked their father somewhat helplessly. “We’ve all our money locked up in our various business deals. Those deals have got to be looked after. Who is going to do it if we all go away?”
“Oh, you can get somebody!”
“This getting somebody that you can trust absolutely is not so easy,” answered Tom Rover. “I did think of getting one gentleman we know very well—a Mr. Allen Charter, who graduated from Brill College a year after your uncles and I were admitted to the institution. Mr. Charter is a very fine business man, and understands the deals we are in perfectly.”
“Well, then, why didn’t you get Mr. Allen Charter to take hold?” questioned Randy.
“He was going to take hold, but at the last minute he declined, stating that he had made up his mind to volunteer for the army.”
“Well, there must be somebody else.”
“There was another student at that college, named Stanley Browne. He is a cousin of Colonel Colby. We were very good friends, and I thought sure that we could get him to take charge. But Browne has also gone into the United States service.”