One of Mr.Seymour's clerks stopped in Rio on his way to the River Plate and did some business with an English agent whom I met afterward at a hacienda, and who told me about you when he learned I was from Kennedy Square.

And when I think of it all, Uncle George, and what you have suffered on account of me!"-- Here his voice faltered.

"No!--I won't talk about it--I can't.
I have spent too many sleepless nights over it: I have been hungry and half dead, but I have kept on--and I am not through: I'll pull out yet and put you on your feet once more if I live!" St.George laid his hand tenderly on the young man's wrist.

He knew how the boy felt about it.

That was one of the things he loved him for.
"And so you started home when you heard it," he went on, clearing his throat.