"
And with this faint clue Mr. Dunn was forced to content himself, and to
begin a systematic search of Cameron's haunts in the various parts of
the town. It was Martin, his little quarter-back, that finally put him
on the right track. He had heard Cameron's pipes not more than an hour
ago at his lodgings in Morningside Road.
"But what do you want of Cameron these days?" inquired the young
Canadian. "There's nothing on just now, is there, except this infernal
grind?"
Dunn hesitated. "Oh, I just want him. In fact, he has got into some
trouble."
"There you are!" exclaimed Martin in disgust. "Why in thunder should
you waste time on him? You've taken enough trouble with him this winter
already. It's his own funeral, ain't it?"
Dunn looked at him a half moment in surprise. "Well, you can't go back
on a fellow when he's down, can you?"
"Look here, Dunn, I've often thought I'd give you a little wise advice.
This sounds bad, I know, but there's a lot of blamed rot going around
this old town just on this point. When a fellow gets on the bum and gets
into a hole he knows well that there'll be a lot of people tumbling over
each other to get him out, hence he deliberately and cheerfully slides
in. If he knew he'd have to scramble out himself he wouldn't be so
blamed keen to get in.
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