"How is it you haven't been to me for money?" he said gruffly.
Bojo answered with a lightness he was far from feeling:
"Well, they haven't taken it away from me yet, Dad."
"Mighty sorry to hear it." He looked him over critically. "In good shape?"
"Fine."
"Get enough sleep and don't do much sitting up and counting the stars?"
"Hardly. How've you been?"
"Sound as a drum."
"How's the business, father?"
The question brought them perilously near what each had in mind. Perhaps one word of daring would have broken down the pride of their mutual obstinacy. Mr. Crocker growled out: