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I learned it in Paris. They do kick there, you know; and it is good to know how to use your feet as well as your fists if you are set on by three, as I was one night in the Latin Quarter." Yates sat up. "Look here, Renmark; when were you in Paris?" "Several times." Yates gazed at him for a few moments, then said: "Renny, you improve on acquaintance. I never saw a Bool-var in my life.
"I wish you had told me a few minutes ago," replied the professor, springing off, "so that I might have called to my friend." "I'm not frettin' about him," said Bartlett, throwing the reins to a young man who came out of the house. Renmark ran to the road and shouted loudly to the distant Yates.
As he expected, the professor was more taciturn than ever, and, although he had been prepared for silence, the silence irritated him. He felt ill used at having so unsympathetic a companion. "Look here, Renmark; why don't you say something?" "There is nothing to say." "Oh, yes, there is. You don't approve of me, do you?" "I don't suppose it makes any difference whether I approve or not."
If I talk fight, I won't begin for no reason and then back out for no reason. I'll go on." "I'll be discreet, and beg to take back all I said. What else?" "Nothing else. Isn't that enough? It was more than enough for me at the time. I tell you, Renmark, I spent a pretty bad half hour sitting on the fence and thinking about it." "So long as that?" Yates rose from the fire indignantly.
Yates didn't know whether it was meant for an invitation or not, but he answered shortly: "Thanks, we won't stay." "Speak fur yourself, please," snarled Bartlett. "Of course I go with my friend," said Renmark; "but we are obliged for the invitation." "Please yourselves."
The possibility of his desertion the professor did not consider for a moment, although he admitted to himself that it was hard to tell what panic of fear might come over a boy who, for the first time in his life, found bullets flying about his ears. With a heavy heart Renmark turned back and made his way to the fatal field. He found nothing on the Canadian side.
"Oh, this is the library," said young Howard. "The library?" "Yes, the township library, you know." "Oh! The township has a library, then? I didn't know." "Well, it's part of it. This is a fifth part. You know about township libraries, don't you? Your partner said you were a college man." Renmark blushed at his own ignorance, but he was never reluctant to admit it.
Suddenly he looked up and said to the professor: "Say, Renmark, are you a doctor?" "Of laws," replied his friend. "Oh, that will do just as well." And he finished his writing. "How is this?" he cried, holding the paper at arm's length: "L. F. SPENCER, Haven't done a hand's turn for a week.
He complained sometimes that he got little help toward the solution of the problem, but generally he was quite content to sit under the trees with Renmark and weigh the different advantages of each of the girls.
"Tell them I'm going to run over to see them some day soon, but that need not keep them from coming to see me. The old man's going to town to-morrow," and with this hint, after again inviting the professor to a meal, she departed up the path to the house. "I think I'll get down here," said Renmark, halfway between the two houses.
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