“With a horse like that, and me with safe private information about him!”
“No,” said Harry, “I won’t. I’m going to keep steadily on here, and, as the governor calls it, plod.”
“That you’re not, if I know it,” cried Pradelle indignantly. “I won’t stand it. It’s disgraceful. You shan’t throw yourself away.”
“But I’ve got no money, old fellow.”
“Nonsense! Get some of the old man.”
“No; I’ve done it too often. He won’t stand it now.”
“Well, of your aunt.”
“She hasn’t a penny but what my father lets her have.”
“Your sister. Come, she would let you have some.”
Harry shook his head.