Again courage shone in Paul's eyes.
"I'm pretty sure of it."
The lad's brow became radiant.
"I'll see Damon myself," went on Cameron humorously. "I'll tell him I have yielded up my preferences for the common good and that he must do the same. His son Carl is in your class, isn't he?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then it's as much his duty to help on 1920 as mine. He adores that boy of his. You leave him to me. I'll bring him round to our way of thinking all right."
"And the ads?"
"Set your classmates on their fathers," was the terse reply as the elder man clapped on his hat and left the house.
Paul watched him out of sight, then sighed a happy little sigh of satisfaction. With such a sympathetic colleague to fall back upon he felt confident the March Hare would succeed.