Monty thought for a moment in silence. Never had his conventional lot seemed less attractive to him. He approached the subject again as do timid men who fearfully hang on the outskirts of a street fight, unwilling to miss what they have not the heart to enjoy.
“I wish some excitement like that would come my way,” he sighed.
“Excitement? Go to Monte and break the bank. Become the Jaggers of your country.”
“There’s no danger in that,” Monty answered almost peevishly.
“Nor of it,” laughed his friend.
“That’s just the way it always is,” Monty complained. “Other fellows have all the fun and I just hear about it.”
Denby looked at him shrewdly and then leaned across the table.
“So you want some fun?” he queried.
“I do,” the other said firmly.
“Do you think you’ve got the nerve?” Steven demanded.