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That's a sound idea, isn't it?"
I gravely commended the statesmanlike sagacity of his plan of campaign,
and promised to write as soon as I got home to one or two members of the
committee whom I suspected of pro-Macnaughton leanings.
"I do hope they'll adopt you!" I cried fervently.
"So do I," murmured Lola in her low notes.
"If they don't," said Dale, "I'll ask Raggles to give me an unpaid
billet somewhere. But," he added, with a sigh, "that will be an awful
rotten game in comparison."
"I'm afraid you won't make Raggles hum," said I.
He laughed, rose and straddled across the hearthrug, his back to the
fire.
"He'd throw me out if I tried, wouldn't he? But if they do adopt me--I
swear I'll make you proud of me, Simon. I'll stick my soul into it. It's
the least I can do in this horrid cuckoo sort of proceeding, and I feel
I shall be fighting for you as well as for myself. My dear old chap, you
know what I mean, don't you?"
I knew, and was touched. I wished him God-speed with all my heart.


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