“You might rise to be a judge,” said Cameron, with a smile.
“Very likely,” said James, in a matter-of-course way, that amused the young man exceedingly.
“What an odious young cub!” he said to himself, as he wended his way back to the hotel at ten o'clock. “I never met such a combination of pride and self-conceit.”
James thought Cameron had taken a fancy to him.
“He must get awfully tired of that low-bred Herbert Carter,” he said to himself. “I guess I'll go round tomorrow morning and take a walk with him.”
He met Cameron on the steps of the hotel.
“I thought I'd come and walk with you,” he said.
“Very well,” said Cameron. “Do you know the way to Mr. Crane's?”
“The carpenter's?”
“Yes.”