As near as he could come to anyone, he had come to John Grier.

There had been differences between them, but he, Tarboe, fought for his own idea, and, in nine cases out of ten, had conquered.

John Grier had even treated Tarboe's solutions as though they were his own.

He had a weird faith in the young giant.

He saw now Tarboe's eyes fixed on his fingers, and he released his grip.
"That's the thing between him and me, Tarboe," he said, nodding towards the virile bronze.