"Yes, Guy."

"Just tell old Smith how to treat him. Tell him to show him no
mercy, if he doesn't behave himself."

"You seem to dislike Hector very much. You shouldn't feel so. It
isn't Christian."

Guy looked at his father queerly out of the corner of his eye. He
understood him better than Allan Roscoe supposed.

"I hope you won't insist on my loving him, father," he said. "I
leave that to you."

"I only wish you to avoid coming into collision with him. As for
love, that is something not within our power."

"Will you be ready to go with me to boarding school on Monday
morning, Hector?" asked Allan Roscoe, on Saturday afternoon.

"Yes, sir."

Indeed, Hector felt that it would be a relief to get away from the
house which he had been taught to look upon as his--first by right
of inheritance, and later as actual owner. As long as he remained he
was unpleasantly reminded of the great loss he had experienced.
Again, his relations with Guy were unfriendly, and he knew that if
they were permanently together it wouldn't be long before there
would be another collision. Though in such a case he was sure to