But no one of them took account of the quality of the blood that ran in the young man's veins.
It was scheming Peter who saved the day.
"Put that young fellow to work, Henry," he had said to MacFarlane the morning after the three had met at the Century Club.
"What does he know, Peter ?" "Nothing, except to speak the truth." And thus it had come to pass that within twenty-four hours thereafter the boy had shaken the dust of New York from his feet--even to resigning from the Magnolia, and a day later was found bending over a pine desk knocked together by a hammer and some ten-penny nails in a six-by-nine shanty, the whole situated at the mouth of a tunnel half a mile from Corklesville, where he was at work on the pay-roll of the preceding week.
Many things had helped in deciding him to take the proffered place.
First, Peter had wanted it; second, his uncle did not want it, Corinne and his aunt being furious that he should go to work like a common laborer, or--as Garry had put it--"a shovel-spanked dago." Third, Ruth was within calling distance, and that in itself meant Heaven.

Once installed, however, he had risen steadily, both in MacFarlane's estimation and in the estimation of his fellow-workers; especially the young engineers who were helping his Chief in the difficult task before him.

Other important changes had also taken place in the two years: his body had strengthened, his face had grown graver, his views of life had broadened and, best of all, his mind was at rest.

Of one thing he was sure--no confiding young Gilberts would be fleeced in his present occupation--not if he knew anything about it.
Moreover, the outdoor life which he had so longed for was his again.
On Saturday afternoons and Sundays he tramped the hills, or spent hours rowing on the river.

His employer's villa was also always open to him--a privilege not granted to the others in the working force.