I want to see a fellow first." "What fellow ?" "Well, it's Hawley, if you want to know so bad.

He said if I would come here and wait for him he'd put me on to a good thing." The boy fidgeted along the edge of the bed, evidently half ashamed of himself, yet obstinate and unyielding.

Keith sat watching his face, unable to evolve any means of changing his decision.

Hawley's influence just at present was greater than Hope's, because the lad naturally felt ashamed to go slinking home penniless and defeated.

His pride held him to Hawley, and his faith that the man would redeem his promise.