If your brother had come back he would have taken hold, he was cut out for the job, but--" "Poor old Andy! He had your genius for the business.

I wish he had been the one to get back!" "We had not the choosing, Jack, and if he had come we should have felt the same about you.

God knows what He is doing, and we can only do our best." "Well, Dad," said Jack, rising and standing near his father's chair, "as I said before, I'll make a go at it, but don't count too much on me." "I am counting a lot on you.

You are all I have now." The father's voice ended in a husky whisper.

The boy swallowed the rising lump in his throat but could find no more words to go on with.