"I'm 'most sick over it," he confessed.

"The perfessor has written me a coupla times about him.

Buddy's gone kinda wild, I guess, drinkin' an'-- " "Drinking ?" Gray interrupted, sharply.

"Why didn't you tell me?
So, you gave him unlimited money, in spite of my warning ?" "He wanted his own bank account; his share of the royalties.

Made him feel more like a man, he said.