“Gosh!” exclaimed Nick. “That’s too bad! I’m more than sorry!”
“Yes, it’s bad,” said Zaidos. “And the queer thing is that I don’t seem to feel as sorry about my father dying as I do to think that I don’t know him any better. Think of it, Nick, I came over here to school when I was not quite seven. My mother died when I was six, and since that I have seen my father twice; once when he came over here, and the year I went home. And it is not as though there was not plenty of money. I suppose my father is the richest man, or one of the richest men, in Greece. He’s just—Oh, I don’t know! He never seemed to be like a lot of fathers I have seen. I never could get next to him. And I’ve been pretty lonely most all my life. I have always planned to go back as soon as I finished school, and get acquainted with my father. I thought if I tried, I could make him like me. I suppose he does well enough, but I wanted to be chummy with him. I thought I could if I tried.”
“You bet you could, Nosey!” said Nick, an arm over the bowed shoulder beside him. “You could warm up a wooden Indian, you old live-wire, you! I jolly well know you! You would get under the crust if anyone could! Perhaps it isn’t as bad as they think. You go home, and perhaps your father will get better, and you will get to be the best chums in the world. Cheer up, old chap! It will come out all right. Do you really go to-night?”
“Yes, I go to-night. They have got my tickets, and now they are telephoning for my passage.”
Nickell-Wheelerson sat thinking hard. Then he rose and bolted for the door.
“Wait!” called Zaidos. “I want you to help me pack, Nick.”
But the big English boy had disappeared. In half an hour he returned, looking triumphant. He flung his trim military jacket on the bunk.
“That’s done for!” he cried. He jerked a trunk into the middle of the floor and, opening it, commenced to turn out its cluttered contents.
“Come on, Nosey!” he cried. “As our American brothers put it, ‘get a move on!’ We have about half a day to get packed.”
“Are you crazy?” demanded the Greek, staring at him.