There was a low-voiced conference outside and then Joe announced: “We’ll let you think it over awhile, old man. There’s no use getting mad about it. We’re doing this for your sake as much as for our own, and you’d ought to see that. That offer still holds good, remember. Maybe I’ll be able to better it when I come back. I’ll see—”
“Look here, you—you crazy loon! Do you mean that you’re going around telling the fellows that you’ve got me locked up here?”
“Well, I’ve got to tell them something, haven’t I? I can’t say—”
“Don’t say anything! I don’t want your money! I wouldn’t stay here if you paid me a thousand dollars a week!”
“You mean that?” asked Joe dubiously.
“Of course I mean it! Now let me out!”
“Well, leaving money out of it altogether, Harmon, and all on the level: What’s the matter with going to school here instead of over there?”
“Why should I?” asked Harmon exasperatedly. “I started for Kenly and that’s where I’m going. You can keep me here all night and all tomorrow and all—”
“But that’s not reasonable,” protested Joe mildly. “Here we’re giving you a chance to—”