"Stover."
"Me, sir?" said Dink, too astonished to rise. "Why, I'm unprepared, sir."
"Unprepared?" said The Roman with a wicked smile. "I never thought you would be unprepared, Stover."
The smile decided Stover.
"I'll try, sir," he said.
"Very kind of you, Stover."
Dink rose slowly, put the book on his desk, tightened his belt, buttoned his coat and took up the prosy records of Cæsar. Pebble Stone showed him the place. He straightened up and, glancing at the first line, saw:
"Ubi eo ventum est, Cæsar initio orationis ..."
"Cæsar," began Dink in a firm voice.
"Excellent!" said The Roman.