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           SupposeIgotintotrouble,wherewouldyoube? Thissecondlittlematterflowsclearlyfromthefirst. Mr.GrayisthecontinuationofMissGalbraith. Youcan’tbeginandthenstop. Ifyoubegin,youmustkeeponbeginning;that’sthetruth. Norestforthewicked.’ 

           Ahorriblesenseofblacknessandthetreacheryoffateseizedholduponthesouloftheunhappystudent. 

           ‘MyGod!’hecried,‘butwhathaveIdone? andwhendidIbegin? Tobemadeaclassassistant—inthenameofreason,where’stheharminthat? Servicewantedtheposition; Servicemighthavegotit. WouldHEhavebeenwhereIamnow?’ 

           ‘Mydearfellow,’saidMacfarlane,‘whataboyyouare! WhatharmHAScometoyou? WhatharmCANcometoyouifyouholdyourtongue? Why,man,doyouknowwhatthislifeis? Therearetwosquadsofus—thelionsandthelambs. Ifyou’realamb,you’llcometolieuponthesetableslikeGrayorJaneGalbraith; ifyou’realion,you’llliveanddriveahorselikeme,likeK-,likealltheworldwithanywitorcourage. You’restaggeredatthefirst. ButlookatK-! Mydearfellow,you’reclever,youhavepluck.Ilikeyou,andK—likesyou. Youwereborntoleadthehunt;andItellyou,onmyhonourandmyexperienceoflife,threedaysfromnowyou’lllaughatallthesescarecrowslikeaHighSchoolboyatafarce.’ 

           AndwiththatMacfarlanetookhisdepartureanddroveoffupthewyndinhisgigtogetundercoverbeforedaylight.