"Impossible! I can never believe it!"
He darted a defiant glance toward the spot where his companion stood, and, with his head very erect, walked slowly away.
"A thief!" he exclaimed to himself. "Suspected as a thief! What would my father say if he were alive? What a precious scamp that Lionel must be! Why, I should never imagine such a thing of a companion. O, dear! I'm sick of life! A thief, indeed! But Mr. Monks knows me too well. I've handled hundreds of dollars of his money, for he always sends me to the bank with his checks. Of course, he said, 'Impossible!'"
"Suspected as a Thief!"
Still he was rather angry with his teacher for even listening to Lionel's story, and, hearing a hasty step behind him, put on a haughty air of indifference.
"Frank, stop a minute," called out the gentleman.
He turned, and looked Mr. Monks full in the face.
"Did you get the example right at last, my boy?"
This question was asked in so hearty a tone of friendship that Frank's displeasure vanished.