"You saved the life of my son, my only child." "At not very much risk to myself, sir," smiled the freshman.
"I was able, soon after, to go in and win a skating race." "At not much risk ?" repeated the lawyer.

"Why, your life was in very considerable danger.

Do you call that little ?" "Almost any of the High School fellows would have done it, Mr.
Ripley." "But none of them did." "Because I happened to be right at hand, and jumped in first---that was all," Dick insisted.
"Young man, I am not going to allow you to make little of the great service that you did me.

I---ah, here comes the young man we've been discussing." The lawyer changed the subject as Fred entered.

"Frederick, you are late, and, on an occasion of this kind, I could hope that you would be more prompt." "My watch was slow," replied Fred Ripley, using one hand to cover a slight yawn.
"Don't you see who is here ?" demanded his father.
"Yes, sir." "Is that all you have to say ?" "How do you do ?" nodded Dick, for Lawyer Ripley was looking curiously from one boy to the other.
"Don't you---er---consider, Frederick, that it would be an excellent idea if you were to offer your hand to Mr.Prescott ?" demanded the lawyer.
The ordeal was as distasteful to Dick as it could possibly have been to the Ripley heir.