James K. nodded with the sage wisdom of a man of the world. “The long green is a big help, but you've got to have the stuff in you. Success comes to the fellow who goes after it in the right way.”
“And suppose a fellow doesn't care to go after it?”
“He stays a nobody.”
James was in evening dress, immaculate from clean-shaven cheek to patent leather shoes. He had a well-filled figure and a handsome face with a square, clean-cut jaw. His cousin admired the young fellow's virile competency. It was his opinion that James K. Farnum was the last person he knew likely to remain a nobody. He knew how to conform, to take the color of his thinking from the dominant note of his environment, but he had, too, a capacity for leadership.
“I'm not going to believe you if I can help it,” Jeff answered with a smile.
The upper classman shrugged. “You'd better take my advice, just the same. At college you don't get a chance to make two starts. You're sized up from the crack of the pistol.”
“I haven't the money to make a splurge even if I wanted to.”
“Borrow.”
“Who from?” asked Jeff ungrammatically.
“You can rustle it somewhere. I'm borrowing right now.”