CHAPTER XVI
"We'll Steal 'Em Blind!"
"Truly, you are in earnest—you borrowed money from Bob to go in partnership with Mr. Blakely?"
Ben nodded somewhat sheepishly.
"Ben, how could you!" It was Nan who flushed with mortification.
"Why, not? What's wrong about that?"
"Oh, can't you see!" she cried miserably. "You don't see—that's the worst of it to me—you don't see! You cannot seem to understand—some things."
"He'll get it back," he defended, mystified.
"But that is not the point at all; it is that you should ask this favor from him, of all persons."
"He's got plenty of it, hasn't he?"
"Irrespective of that, which has nothing at all to do with it, to think that you would place yourself under obligations to a man to whom you have scarcely been civil, one to whom—if I must say it—you have been positively boorish.
