"Now, Rob," he said kindly, "you needn't fret about this.

Cameron is all right." The kind tone broke down the lad's control.

He caught his brother's arm.

"Say, Jack, are you sure--he didn't--funk ?" His voice dropped to a whisper.
Then his big brother sat down and drew the lad to his side, "Now listen, Rob; I'm going to tell you the exact truth.

CAMERON DID NOT FUNK.