Though I'm quite sure you were never such a fool as
he. You always knew how to take care of yourself."
Her uncle shook his head as if to indicate that the less said about
those gay young days the better.
"Now what do you think this young fool does? Gets drinking, and gets so
muddled up in all his money matters--he's a Highlander, you know, and
Dunn, Mr. Dunn says--"
"Dunn!"
"Yes, Mr. Dunn, the great International captain, you know! Mr. Dunn says
he can take a whole bottle of Scotch--"
"What, Dunn?"
"No, no; you know perfectly well, Uncle! This young Cameron can take
a whole bottle of Scotch and walk a crack, but his head gets awfully
muddled."
"Shouldn't be surprised!"
"And Mr. Dunn had a terrible time keeping him fit for the International.
You know he was Dunn's half-back. Yes," cried his niece with enthusiasm,
suddenly remembering a tradition that in his youth Sir Archibald had
been a famous quarter, his one indulgence, "a glorious half-back, too!
You must remember in the match with England last fall the brilliant work
of the half-back. Everybody went mad about him. That was young Cameron!"
"You don't tell me! The left-half in the English International last
fall?"
"Yes, indeed! Oh, he's wonderful! But he has to be watched, you know,
and the young fool lost us the last--" Miss Bessie abruptly checked
herself.
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