“Count you out!” He stared. “Are you crazy?”
“I am just beginning to come to my senses,” said Drexel.
“Then you are in earnest?”
“With all the earnestness I have.”
The old man regarded the other in grim silence. His jaw began to tighten and his eyes to shoot fire from beneath their bushy iron-gray brows.
“What are you going to do?” he asked.
“I don’t know.”
Some quality that had lain dormant in Drexel till it had been roused by his fortnight’s contact with new ideals, new motives, now suddenly stirred within him. His face quickened with decision.
“Yes I think I do know,” he said.
“Well—what is it?”