Honorable Patches who had won the admiration of those men in the Cross-Triangle corrals was again the troubled, shamefaced, half-frightened creature whom Phil met on the Divide.
But the good Dean did not see, and so, encouraged by the other's silence, he continued his dissertation.

"Of course, I don't mean to say that education and that sort of thing spoils every man.

Now, there's young Stanford Manning--" If the Dean had suddenly fired a gun at Patches, the young man could not have shown greater surprise and consternation.

"Stanford Manning!" he gasped.
At his tone the Dean turned to look at him curiously.

"I mean Stanford Manning, the mining engineer," he explained.