“I will, you may be assured of that.”
“If I can only get him turned off, I won't mind his hitting me,” thought James. “I hope to see him in the penitentiary some day. It would do him good.”
It so happened that Cameron had met Herbert in a walk he took before breakfast and had been informed of the occurrence of the evening previous.
“I don't know whether I ought to have struck James,” said Herbert, in conclusion; “but when he called my mother and myself low, I couldn't help it.”
“I am glad you did it,” said the young collegian. “The boy is a disagreeable cub and deserves more than one lesson of that sort. Didn't he offer to hit you back?”
“No.”
“So I supposed. I don't approve of fighting; but if he had shown a little courage to back his insolence, I should have despised him less. What will he do?”
“He will injure me, if he can,” said Herbert.
“We will see what comes of it. Meanwhile, in this matter, you may count upon my support.”
Herbert thanked his friend, not realizing how likely Cameron was to be called upon to redeem, his promise.