Yet he had never expected it, and life was a problem.

Who could tell?
Perhaps--perhaps, the business would always be his in spite of the second will! Perhaps, he would have his chance to make good.

He got to his feet; he held out his hand.
"I'll do it." "Ain't it worth any thanks ?" "Not between us," declared Tarboe.
"When are you going to do it ?" "To-night--now." He drew out some paper and sat down with a pen in his hand.
"Now," John Grier repeated..