“Hm. You can tell me about it in the morning. I-hm—I’m sorry I was so short with you, son. If you’d explained——”
“Yes, sir, I ought to have. It—it’s all right, dad.”
“Well, but—if you’re hungry, Gordon——”
“I’m not, sir. I—no, sir, I’m not.”
“If you are I guess you and I can forage around and find something. Sure you wouldn’t like a little bite?”
“No, sir, thank you.”
“Well—hm——” Mr. Merrick laid a hand on Gordon’s arm and pressed it. “Sorry I scolded, son. I—we—we’re proud of you, boy.”
Gordon didn’t answer. It was rather embarrassing and he was glad of the darkness.
“Good-night, Gordon.”
“Good-night, sir.”