"Come and enjoy it with me!" What
a man to be walking the tight rope all the time--to be risking his
character and his freedom day by day!
"If there is anything more on hand," I said, trying to make my tone as
little dejected as possible, "I should like to be in it."
Mr. Parker scratched his chin.
"I am not sure that you really enjoy these little episodes."
"Of course I don't enjoy them," I admitted indignantly. "You know that. I
hate them. I am miserable all the time, simply because of what may happen
to you and to Miss Eve."
Mr. Parker sighed.
"There you are, you see!" he declared. "That's the one kink in your
disposition, sir, which places you irrevocably outside the class to which
Eve and I belong. Now let me ask you this, young man," he went on: "What
is the most dangerous thing you've ever done?"
"I've played some tough polo," I remembered.
"That'll do," Mr. Parker declared. "Now tell me: When you turned out you
knew perfectly well that a broken leg or a broken arm--perhaps a cracked
skull--was a distinct possibility. Did you think about this when you went
into the game? Did you think about it while you were playing?"
"Of course I didn't," I admitted.
"Just so!" Mr. Parker concluded triumphantly.
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