"Something I heard this morning at school.
You know, we've a lot of fellows--town boys--who talk." "I daresay," responded Ransford dryly.

"Following the example of their mothers, no doubt.

Well--what is it ?" He, too, glanced at Mary--and the girl had her work set to look unconscious.
"It's this," replied Dick, lowering his voice in spite of the fact that all three were alone.

"They're saying in the town that you know something which you won't tell about that affair last week.

It's being talked of." Ransford laughed--a little cynically.
"Are you quite sure, my boy, that they aren't saying that I daren't tell ?" he asked.