"Shellack--my Canton correspondent--a man I was anxious to be of use to when he came over!" moaned Mr. Bultitude. "Miserable young cub, you don't know what mischief you've done!" "Well, it won't matter much to you now," said Dick; "you're out of it all." "Do you--do you mean to keep me out of it for ever, then?" asked Paul. "As long as ever I can!" returned Dick frankly. "It will be rather interesting to see what sort of a fellow you'll grow into--if you ever do grow. Perhaps you will always be like that, you know. This magic is a rum thing to meddle with." This suggestion almost maddened Paul. He made one stride forward, and faced his son with blazing eyes. "Do you think I will put up with it?" he said, between his teeth. "Do you suppose I shall stand calmly by and see you degrading and ruining me? I may never be my old self again, but I don't mean to play into your hands for all that. You can't always keep me here, and wherever I go I'll tell my tale. I know you, you clumsy rogue, you haven't the sense to play your part with common intelligence now. You would betray yourself directly I challenged you to deny my story.... You know you would.... You couldn't face me for five minutes. By Gad! I'll do it now. I'll expose you before the Doctor--before the whole school. You shall see if you can dispose of me quite so easily as you imagine!" Dick had started back at first in unmistakable alarm at this unexpected defiance, probably feeling his self-possession unequal to such a test; but, when Paul had finished, he said doggedly: "Well, you can do it if you choose, I suppose. I can't stop you. But I don't see what good it would do." "It would show people you were an impudent impostor, sir," said Paul sternly, going to the door as if to call the Doctor, though he shrank secretly from so extreme and dangerous a measure.