“But some of us can stand by our colors even if we lose,” said the downright Laurens, and passed on.
“Can’t stand defeat,” said Jeremy to himself.
But the explanation did not satisfy his inner self. Deep down he was conscious of his first surrender.
CHAPTER VIII
SIX weeks after Martin Embree’s triumphant election to the governorship, the owner of The Guardian visited the Fenchester Trust Company for the formality of renewing his note. He was referred to President Robert Wanser. More walrus-like than ever, the president of the institution looked this morning as if he might have eaten a fish that did n’t quite agree with him. Jeremy stated his errand. Mr. Wanser ruminated.
“Difficulties have arisen,” he presently announced. “What difficulties?” asked Jeremy, startled.
“The Trust Company does not see its way to renewing your note at this time, Mr. Robson.”
“What’s wrong?”