track. He had heard Cameron's pipes not more than an hour
ago at his lodgings in Morningside Road.

"But what do you want of Cameron these days?" inquired the young
Canadian. "There's nothing on just now, is there, except this infernal
grind?"

Dunn hesitated. "Oh, I just want him. In fact, he has got into some
trouble."

"There you are!" exclaimed Martin in disgust. "Why in thunder should
you waste time on him? You've taken enough trouble with him this winter
already. It's his own funeral, ain't it?"

Dunn looked at him a half moment in surprise. "Well, you can't go back
on a fellow when he's down, can you?"

"Look here, Dunn, I've often thought I'd give you a little wise advice.
This sounds bad, I know, but there's a lot of blamed rot going around
this old town just on this point. When a fellow gets on the bum and gets
into a hole he knows well that there'll be a lot of people tumbling over
each other to get him out, hence he deliberately and cheerfully slides
in. If he knew he'd have to scramble out himself he wouldn't be so
blamed keen to get in. If he's in a hole let him frog it for awhile, by
Jingo! He's hitting the pace, let him take his bumps! He's got to take
'em sooner or later, and better sooner than later, for the sooner he
takes 'em the quicker he'll learn. Bye-bye! I know you think I'm a
semi-civilised Colonial. I ain't; I'm giving you some wisdom gained from
experience. You can't swim by hanging on to a root, you bet!"

Dunn listened in silence, then replied slowly, "I say, old chap, there's
something in that. My governor said something like that some time ago:
'A trainer's business is to train his men to do without him.'"

"There you are!" cried Martin. "That's philosophy! Mine's just horse
sense."

"Still," said Dunn thoughtfully, "when a chap's in you've got to lend
a hand; you simply can't stand and look on." Dunn's words, tone, and
manner revealed the great, honest heart of human sympathy which he
carried in his big frame.

"Oh, hang it," cried Martin, "I suppose so! Guess I'll go along with
you. I can't forget you pulled me out, too."

"Thanks, old chap," cried Dunn, brightening up, "but you're busy, and--"

"Busy! By Jingo, you'd think so if you'd watch me over night and hear my
brain sizzle. But come along, I'm going to stay with you!"

But Dunn's business was private, and could be shared with no one. It was
difficult to check his friend's newly-aroused ardour. "I say, old chap,"
he