20/214 I'll try to show myself to be what my father wished me. I don't suppose I shall--but I'll try in my feeble way. That much I swear--here over his body. So help me God.' Luke smacked his palm against the white hand-post with such force that it shook. 'Yes, there's war in Spain; and another chance for me to be worthy of father.' So the matter ended that night. |