Jared Chick went apart into the bushes and Farr accompanied him.
“This is a rather vulgar and discouraging adventure for high ideals to run into so soon,” averred the younger man.
“I am not discouraged.”
“I'm afraid you'll be even more greatly misunderstood.”
“I don't expect silly old horses to understand me. My appeal is to men.”
Farr sniffed scornfully. “You'd better let men alone,” he advised.
“The world needs pure unselfishness,” insisted Chick.
“The purer it is the more it is misunderstood. I have tested the matter. I know.”
“Then you yourself would not go forth into the world and do good to men, without calculation and without price?”
“I don't think I would,” declared Farr, dryly. “And I am so little interested in the matter that I think you'll have to excuse me from further talk about it. You have just had one illustration in a crude way of how the world misunderstands anything that's out of the ordinary.”