I'm going to pattern after him, and the happiest day of my life will be when I earn the right to have this man, that I tried to kill, come and take my hand and call me 'friend'! I guess that answers you, Harry.

Now get out and take my talk back to your dad, and don't trouble me no more--you spoil my sleep!" As he spoke the door of the next room opened softly.

Peter Reeve stood at the entrance.

Harry, shaking with fear, backed toward the other door, then leaped far out, and whirled out of sight with a slam and clatter of feet on the stairs.

Pete Reeve came slowly to the bedside.
"I was awake, son," he said, "and I couldn't help hearing." Bull flushed heavily.
"It's the best thing I ever heard," said Pete.