"He says he doesn't like boating." It happened to be Arthur Ashton, and the lad's brow lowered.

"You are speaking of my father," he said.

"But I'll tell you why he does not like it.

He had a brother once, a good deal older than himself; they had no father, and Arthur--that was the elder--was very fond of him: there were only those two.

He took him out in a boat one day, and there was an accident: the eldest was drowned, the little one saved.