I'm really going.

And I'm going to work." "But--how shall you manage ?" "Time will tell." Calderwell frowned and stirred restlessly in his chair.
"But, honestly, now, to--to follow that trail of yours will take money.

And--er--" a faint red stole to his forehead--"don't they have--er--patrons for these young and budding geniuses?
Why can't I have a hand in this trail, too--or maybe you'd call it a foot, eh?
I'd be no end glad to, Arkwright." "Thanks, old man." The red was duplicated this time above the brown silky beard.

"That was mighty kind of you, and I appreciate it; but it won't be necessary.

A generous, but perhaps misguided bachelor uncle left me a few thousands a year or so ago; and I'm going to put them all down my throat--or rather, _into_ it--before I give up." "Where you going to study?
New York ?" Again there was an almost imperceptible hesitation before the answer came.
"I'm not quite prepared to say." "Why not try it here ?" Arkwright shook his head.
"I did plan to, when I came over but I've changed my mind.