I'll sit down if you don't mind--I've still got my sea-legs on and am a little wobbly." Pawson twisted his thin body and bent his neck, his eyes glued to the speaker's face.

There was not a trace of young Harry in the features.
"Well, you don't look like him," he replied incredulously--"he was slender--not half your size, and--" "Yes--I don't blame you.

I am a good deal heavier; may be too a beard makes some change in a man's face.

But you don't really doubt me, do you?
Have you forgotten the bills that man Gadgem brought in ?--the five hundred dollars due Slater, and the horse Hampson sold me--the one I shot ?" and one of his old musical laughs rose to his lips.
Pawson sprang forward and seized the intruder's hand.

He would recognize that laugh among a thousand: "Yes--I know you now! It's all come back to me," he cried joyously.
"But you gave me a terrible start, Mr.Rutter.I thought you had come to clear up what was left.