He woke up the next morning with this one idea dominant, dressed to a whistling accompaniment, and came gaily to breakfast. A load seemed to have been suddenly lifted from his mind, the day fair and the future keen with the zest of a good fight without favors. The breakfast was delicious and the air alive with energy.
"Seems to me you're looking rather cocky," said Marsh, studying him with surprise.
"Never felt fitter in my life," said Bojo, stealing a roll from DeLancy, who had completely lost his good spirits.
"What's up? Going to trim the market again?"
Bojo laughed, a free and triumphant laugh.
"Never again for me!" He added quickly, remembering the attitude they had assumed for DeLancy's benefit: "Luck's been with me long enough— I'm not going to bank on luck any more!"
Fred pushed his plate from him and went into the outer room without meeting their glances.
"I say, Bojo, one thing we ought to do," said Marsh under his breath: "get after the infant and give him a solemn dressing-down."
"You don't suppose he's fool enough to try the market again?"
"Who knows what he'll do?" said Marsh gloomily. "Sometimes I think it would have kept him out of more trouble if you'd let him be cleaned out!