When he sang he put his whole heart into the words, and the effect was often wonderful.

Harry roused himself suddenly.

He was hearing the same song that he had heard the night he went into the river locked fast in Skelly's arms.
"'Nita, 'Nita, Juanita." rang the tenor note, rising and falling and dying away in wailing echoes, as the boat sped on.

Then Harry resolutely turned his face to the future.

The will has a powerful effect over the young, and when he made the effort to throw off sadness it fell easily from him.