"That's what I'm trying to do now," grinned Carl.
Young Harling's lips curved into a smile.
"Why, so you are, kid," returned he. "I didn't recognize the stunt at first. You're a mighty white little chap, Carl. Maybe I was wrong to light into Corcoran as I did. Of course he is my superior and I really had no business to sarse him, even if he was wrong. But he is such a cad! It made my blood boil to hear him berate that poor little Mayo girl—and for something she did not do, too."
"I know."
"Well, if you were in this mess what would you do? Come now. Give me some of your sage advice."
"You don't suppose you ought to go to——"
"Corcoran and apologize?" interrupted Hal hotly. "No, I don't. I'd starve before I'd do that."
"But how about your grandfather, your mother, and Louise?"
"I shan't let them starve, if that's what you mean. You can bet your life on that," cried Hal. "If anybody goes without it will be myself."
"You seem to be doing it all right."