He arose with alacrity, and with his pleasant smile seemed to welcome the intruder, as he stepped behind him and closed the door.

Antonia had disappeared.

They were quite alone.
"You are Doctor Robert Worth, sir ?" Their eyes met, their souls knew each other.
"And you are Sam Houston ?" The questions were answered in a hand grip, a sympathetic smile on both faces--the freemasonry of kindred spirits.
"I have a letter from your son Thomas, doctor, and I think, also, that you will have something to say to me, and I to you." The most prudent of patriots could not have resisted this man.

He had that true imperial look which all born rulers of men possess--that look that half coerces, and wholly persuades.

Robert Worth acknowledged its power by his instant and decisive answer.
"I have, indeed, much to say to you.