Dr. Fenneben looked keenly after the young man striding away from the light.
His clothes were torn and bedraggled, his cap was gone, and his heavy hair was
a mass of rough waves about his forehead. The direct gaze of his golden-brown
eyes took away distrust, and yet the face had changed somehow in this day.
A hint of a new purpose had crept into it, a purpose not possible for
Dr. Fenneben to read.

But he did note the set of the head, the erect form and broad shoulders,
and the easy swinging step as the boy went whistling away into the shadows
of the night.

"A splendid animal, anyhow," the Dean thought. "Will the soul measure
up to that princely body? And what can be the purport of this
maudlin mouthing of old Bond Saxon? Bond is really a lovable man
when he's sober; but he's vindictive and ugly when he's drunk.
I can wait for developments. Whatever the boy's history may have been,
like the courts, it's my business to hold every man innocent till he's
proven guilty; to build up character, not to undermine and destroy it.
And destruction begins in suspicion."



CHAPTER VI

THE GAME

_Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than
to ban;
Little used to lie down at the bidding of any man_.