“That’s right,” assented Dan quietly.
“I guess my father will think it’s a toss up.”
“He’ll soon know.”
“How? Are you going to tell my father about him?” asked Walter, his alarm betraying itself in his manner.
“I sha’n’t mention the name of Gus Kiggins. I shall write your father about my part.”
“But you might as well tell him about Gus. He’ll know just as soon as he hears from you.”
“Very well. Will you write him then?”
“I? Why should I write him?”
“I thought you thought it was better for you to write than for me.”
“Will you write if I don’t?”