"I never had any proof," answered Jim carefully. "And it was always some money matter and I'm no financier, so I laid it to my own ignorance." "A man who will do dirt in money matters can't be a clean sport," said Uncle Denny. "This ends any chance of your going into business with him, Jim, I hope." "I gave that idea up long ago, Uncle Denny. Pen is not to hear a word of all this, remember, won't you?" At this moment, Saradokis burst in the door. He was dressed and his face was vivid despite his exhaustion. "Hey, Still! What happened to you? Everybody's looking for you. Congratulate me, old scout!" Jim looked from Sara's outstretched hand to his beaming face. Then he put his own hand in his pocket. "That was a rotten deal you handed me, Sara," he said in the drawl that bit. "What!" cried Sara. "What's done's done," replied Jim. "I'm no snitcher, so you know you're safe. But I'm through with you." Sara turned to Uncle Denny, injured innocence in his face. "What is the matter with him, Mr. Dennis?" he exclaimed. "Still Jim, me boy, go down to the machine while I talk with Sara," said Dennis. "No, there is no use talking," insisted Jim. "Jim," said Dennis sternly, "I ask you to obey me but seldom." Without a word Jim picked up the suit case containing his running togs and went down to the automobile where his mother and Penelope were waiting. To their anxious questions he merely replied that he had fallen. This was enough for the two women folk, who tucked him in between them comfortably and his mother held his hand while Pen gave him a glowing account of the finish of the race. Jim listened with a grim smile, his gray eyes steadily fixed on Pen's lovely face. Not for worlds would he have had Penelope know that Sara had won the race on a foul. Whatever she learned about the Greek he was determined she should not learn through him. He was going to win on his own points, he told himself, and not by tattling on his rival. It was fifteen minutes before Dennis and Sara appeared. Sara's face was red with excitement and drawn with weariness. He walked directly to the machine and, looking up into Pen's face, exclaimed: "If Jim has told you that I gave him a knockout to win the race, it's a lie, Pen!" Penelope looked from Jim to Uncle Denny, then back to Sara in utter bewilderment. "Why, Sara! He never said anything of the kind! He said he had a bad fall when the crowd closed in and that it put him out of the race." "I told you to keep quiet, Sara, that Jim would never say anything!" cried Uncle Denny. "Get in, both of you," said Jim's mother quietly. "Don't make a scene on the street." "If Saradokis gets in, I'll take the Elevated home," said Jim slowly. "Don't worry!" snapped Sara. "I'm meeting my father in a moment. Pen, you believe in me, don't you?" Pen seized his outstretched hand and gave the others an indignant look. "Of course I do, though I don't know what it's all about."