"Sandy does well enough at times," was Thornton's grudging answer, "but you are depending on him too much. You may regret it later."
"I doubt it."
Thornton turned.
"Wait and see," was his curt reply.
After he had gone out Donald rose and came to his father's side.
"Thornton doesn't like Sandy, father."
"I am afraid he doesn't, Don."
"Why?"
"Think of a reason."
"Because Sandy is the son of Old Angus—is it that?"