"I don't know," said Regan, with a drawing of his lips.
Stover was astounded.
"Why not?"
"Don't know."
"What's wrong?"
"Hard to tell. He sizes up for a man all right, but I don't think we'd agree on some things."
The incident momentarily halted the conversation. Stover was a little irritated at what seemed to him his companion's over-sensitiveness. Le Baron had been more than kind in his proffer of help. He was at a loss to understand why Regan should not see him through his eyes.
"You think I'm finicky," said Regan, breaking the silence.
"Yes, I do," said Stover frankly.
"I guess you and I'll understand each other," said Regan, approving of his directness. "Perhaps I am wrong. But, boy, this place means a great deal to me, and the men that are in it and lead it."