"I know how devoted you are to Tecumseh, and how ably you manage practical affairs; and I have not for a moment lost confidence that you will bring us safely through." Whitney's face was interesting.

There was a certain hangdog look in it, but there was also a suggestion--very covert--of cynical amusement, as of a good player's jeer at a blunder by his opponent.

His tone, however, was melancholy, tinged with just resentment, as he said: "Scarborough forgets how my own personal interest is involved.

I don't like to lose two hundred and odd thousand a year." "Scarborough meant nothing, I'm sure," said Hargrave soothingly.

"He knows we are all single hearted for the university." "I don't like to be distrusted," persisted Whitney sadly.