It would indeed have been a hardened youth who could not have felt something of the deep and unutterable affection in the old man.

Jack Belllounds put an arm around his father's shoulder.
"Dad, I'll make you proud of me yet.

Give me a chance.

And don't be sore if I can't do wonders right at first." "Son, you shall have every chance.

An' thet reminds me.