"There! there! let's say no more about it.

To-morrow we'll ride over to San Jose and see the Father Secretary at the Jesuits' College about your entering at once.
It's a good school, and you'll always be near the rancho!" And so the interview ended.
I am afraid that Clarence's first idea was to run away.

There are few experiences more crushing to an ingenuous nature than the sudden revelation of the aspect in which it is regarded by others.

The unfortunate Clarence, conscious only of his loyalty to his cousin's interest and what he believed were the duties of his position, awoke to find that position "ridiculous." In an afternoon's gloomy ride through the lonely hills, and later in the sleepless solitude of his room at night, he concluded that his cousin was right.

He would go to school; he would study hard--so hard that in a little, a very little while, he could make a living for himself.