For the first time since the cruel announcement fell from Rutter's lips the real situation, with all that it meant to his own future and those dependent upon him, stared him in the face.
He looked up and caught Harry's anxious eyes scanning his own.

His old-time, unruffled spirit came to his assistance.
"No, son!" he cried in his cheeriest voice, springing to his feet--"no, we won't worry.

It will all come out right--we'll buckle down to it together, you and I.Don't take it too much to heart--we'll get on somehow." But the boy was not reassured; in fact, he had become more anxious than ever.

Not only did the chill continue, but the lump in his throat grew larger every minute.
"But, Uncle George--you told me you borrowed the money to pay those bills my father sent me.

And will you now have to pay that back as well ?" He did not ask of whom he had borrowed it, nor on what security, nor would either Pawson or his uncle have told him, that being a confidential matter.
"Well, that depends, Harry; but we won't have to pay it right away, which is one comfort.