“Granted, but I ’ll risk it.”
“But, man, I tell you Miss Sallie will be furious with you if you go after all the messages she has sent you.”
“I ’ll risk her fury too.”
“Gaston, let me beg you not to do it.”
“I’m going, Bob. It isn’t any use for you to waste your breath.”
“You know where my heart is, old chum,” said Bob, yielding reluctantly. “I couldn’t go down to that house to-night under the conditions you are going for the world.”
“Why not? It’s the manly thing to do.”
“It’s a dangerous thing to do. Fathers have killed men under such conditions.”
“Well, I ’ll risk it. I’m going as soon as I can brush up a little.”
Bob walked with him to the outskirts of the city, begging in vain that he should turn back, but he never slacked his pace.