"
"From what I hear, he has no cause to be proud of his part in the
matter," said the Southerner, frowning.
"He's sure a prompt little runner," asserted Cluff. "But I've run
away in my time, and glad of the chance."
"You will excuse me from sympathizing with your standards."
"Sure, you're excused," returned the athlete, so placidly that
Carroll, somewhat at a loss, altered his speech to a more gracious
tone.
"At any rate, you stood your ground when you were needed, which is
more than Mr. Perkins did. I should like to have a talk with him."
"That's easy. He was rambling around here not a quarter of an hour
ago with young Raimonda. That's them sitting on the bench over by
the fountain."
"Will you take me over and present me? I think it is due Mr.
Perkins that some one should give him a frank opinion of his
actions."
"I'd like to hear that," observed Cluff, who was not without
humanistic curiosity. "Come along."
Heaving up his six-feet-one from the seat, he led the way to the
two conversing men. Raimonda looked around and greeted the
newcomers pleasantly. Cluff waved an explanatory hand between his
charge and the bench.
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