Some one else must go to Johannesburg." "You--Barry ?" "You know I can't, Byng--there's my girl.

Besides, I don't carry enough weight, anyhow, and you know that too." Byng remembered Whalen's girl--stricken down with consumption a few months before.

He caught Whalen's arm in a grip of friendship.

"All right, dear old man," he said, kindly.

"Fleming shall go, and I'll stay.