“It's different with you. I'm used to doing without things. Don't worry about me. I'll get along.”
James came with a touch of embarrassment to the real object of his visit. “I say, Jeff. I've had a tough time to win out. You won't—you'll not say anything—let anything slip, you know—something that might set the fellows guessing.”
His cousin was puzzled. “About what?”
“About the reason why Mother and I left Shelby and came out to the coast.”
“What do you take me for?”
“I knew you wouldn't. Thought I'd mention it for fear you might make a slip.”
“I don't chatter about the private affairs of my people.”
“Course not. I knew you didn't.” The junior's hand rested caressingly on the shoulder of the other. “Don't get sore, Jeff. I didn't doubt you. But that thing haunts me. Some day it will come out and ruin me when I'm near the top of the ladder.”
The freshman shook his head. “Don't worry about it, James. Just tell the plain truth if it comes out. A thing like that can't hurt you permanently. Nothing can really injure you that does not come from your own weakness.”
“That's all poppycock,” James interrupted fretfully. “Just that sort of thing has put many a man on the skids. I tell you a young fellow needs to start unhampered. If the fellows got onto it that my father had been in the pen because he was a defaulting bank cashier they would drop me like a hot potato.”