Jim sat limply on the edge of a cot and told Dennis what had happened.
"The low scoundrel!" roared Uncle Denny. "Leave me get at him!"
Jim caught the purple-faced Irishman by the arm. "You are to say nothing to anyone, Uncle Denny. How could I prove that he meant to do it? And do you want me to be a loser that bellyaches?"
Uncle Denny looked Jim over and breathed hard for a moment before he replied: "Very well, me boy. But I always suspected he had a yellow streak in him and this proves it. Have you seen him do dirty tricks before?"
"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."
Sara lifted his hat and turned away and the machine started homeward.
"Now, what on earth happened?" Pen cried.
Uncle Denny looked at Jim and Jim shook his head. "I"m not going to talk about it," he said. "I"ve a right to keep silence."
Pen bounced up and down on the seat impatiently. "You haven"t any such right, Jim Manning. You"ve got to tell me what you said about Sara."
"Aw, let"s forget it!" answered Jim wearily. "I"m sorry I ever even told Uncle Denny."
He leaned back and closed his eyes and his tired face touched Pen"s heart. "You poor dear!" she exclaimed. "It was awfully hard on you to lose the race."
Jim"s mother patted her boy"s hand. "You are a very blind girl, Penelope," she said. "And I"m afraid it will take long years of trouble to open your eyes. We all must just stand back and wait."
The little look of pre-knowledge that occasionally made Pen"s eyes old came to them now as she looked at Jim"s mother. "Did you learn easily, Aunt Mary?"
The older woman shook her head. "Heaven knows," she answered, "I paid a price for what little I know, the price of experience. I guess we women are all alike."
When they reached the brownstone front, Jim went to bed at once and the matter of the race was not mentioned among the other three at supper.
Pen was offended at what she considered the lack of confidence in her and withdrew haughtily to her room. Uncle Denny went out and did not return until late. Jim"s mother was waiting for him in their big, comfortable bedroom.
Dennis peeled off his coat and vest and wiped his forehead. "Mary," he said, "I"ve been talking to the policeman who helped Jim. He says it was a deliberate knockout Sara gave Jim. He was standing right beside them at the time."
Jim"s mother threw up her hands. "That Greek shall never come inside this house again, Michael!"
Dennis nodded as he walked the floor. "I don"t know what to do about the matter. As a lawyer, I"d say, drop it. As Jim"s best friend, I feel like making trouble for Saradokis, though I know Jim will refuse to have anything to do with it."
Jim"s mother looked thoughtfully at the sock she was darning. "Jim has the right to say what shall be done. It means a lot to him in regard to its effect on Pen. But I think Pen must be told the whole story."
Uncle Denny continued to pace the floor for some time, then he sighed: "You"re right, as usual, Mary. I"ll tell Pen meself, and forbid Sara the house, then we"ll drop it. I"m glad for one thing. This gives the last blow to any hope Sara may have had of getting Jim into business with him. Jim will take that job with the United States Reclamation Service, I hope. Though how I"m to live without me boy, Mary, its hard for me to say."
Uncle Denny"s Irish voice broke and Jim"s mother suddenly rose and kissed his pink cheek.
"Michael," she said, "even if I hadn"t grown so fond of you for your own sake, I would have to love you for your love for Jim."
A sudden smile lighted the Irishman"s face and he gave the slender little woman a boyish hug.
"We are the most comfortable couple in the world, Mary!" he cried.
Uncle Denny told the story of the boys" trouble to Penelope the next morning. Pen flatly refused to believe it.