One morning, when the three were together, Ferdy began, what he probably meant for banter, to laugh at Gordon for bragging about his plantation.
"You ought to have heard him, Mr. Rhodes, how he used to blow about it."
"I did not blow about it," said Gordon, flushing.
Rhodes, without looking up, moved in his seat uneasily.
"Ferdy, shut up--you bother me. I am working."
But Ferdy did not heed either this warning or the look on Gordon's face. His game had now a double zest: he could sting Gordon and worry Rhodes.
"I don't see why my old man was such a fool as to want such a dinged lonesome old place for, anyhow," he said, with a little laugh. "I am going to give it away when I get it."
Gordon's face whitened and flamed again, and his eyes began to snap.
"Then it's the only thing you ever would give away," said Mr. Rhodes, pointedly, without raising his eyes from his work.
Gordon took heart. "Why did you come down here if you feel that way about it?"