"It's a cruel wrench, I know," he said gently. "Few men understand that better than myself. But it's all you can do. And you're bound to do it. You can advertise him as trained by me. He's safe to fetch seven hundred that way."
Denvil bent his head in desperate resignation.
"You are down on a fellow, Desmond. How about the other eight?"
"That will be—my affair."
Again the Boy was startled into protest.
"Look here! That's impossible. I couldn't pay you back within the next three years."
"Did I say anything about paying me back?"
"Desmond—you don't mean——?"
Their eyes met, and Denvil was answered. He brought his fist down on the bureau with such force that Evelyn's knick-knacks danced again.