How old are you ?" "I'm thirty--almost thirty-one." "You'll be just as well in Montreal to-morrow as you are here to-day, and you'd be twice as clever," said John Grier.

His eyes seemed to pierce those of the younger man.

"I like you," he continued, suddenly catching Tarboe's arm.

"You're all right, and you wouldn't run straight simply because it was the straight thing to do." Tarboe threw back his head and laughed and nodded.

The old man's eyes twinkled.