I don't see anything wrong in it, and--and I'm going.

I'll tell Brill so to-morrow!" Neil drew his bath-robe about him, and looked thoughtfully into the flames.

So far he had lost, but he had one more card to play.

He turned and faced Paul's angry countenance.
"Well, if I should go to Robinson and play on her team under the conditions offered by that--by Brill I'd feel disgraced." "You'd better stay away, then," answered Paul hotly.
"I wouldn't want to show my face around Hillton afterward, and if I met Gardiner or 'Wheels' I'd take the other side of the street." "Oh, you would ?" cried his room-mate.

"You're trying to make yourself out a little fluffy angel, aren't you?
And I suppose I'm not good enough to associate with you, am I?
Well, if that's it, all I've got to say--" "But," continued Neil equably, "if you accept Brill's offer, so will I." Paul paused open-mouthed and stared at his chum.