“And how, pray?”Garrett was getting angry.
“You know how very well. One word from you would clear me. And—you—have—got—to say it,”
“It seems to me that you are taking leave of your senses. How on earth will one word of mine clear you? The only way that could be done, it seems to me, would be to incriminate myself, and as to that—no, I thank you.”
“I care not one red cent whether you incriminate yourself or not. You must clear me—do you hear?”
“I would like to know how, and, moreover, I would like to see you make me.”
“I can not—that is, I will not make you—but not for your own sake.”
Henning remembered the promise he had made to himself of silence on the night he had spent in the infirmary. On the other hand Garrett was becoming very much afraid of his cousin. He had never seen him so excited or determined before. What did Roy know? What could he tell to harm him? He knew that his record with the faculty, and with the boys too, was not an enviable one. Whatever Roy would do he would undoubtedly be believed, and he realized that he would have hard work to disprove any allegations Roy might make.
“You speak correctly when you say you can not," Andrew retorted.
“I do not! I can make you if I will. For other reasons I do not wish it. You must do it without compulsion.”