Out of these lights a mighty tower loomed high up into the sky.

And stopping on his crutches, a grim small crooked figure in all this rushing turmoil, John set his jaws, and with his shrewd and twinkling eyes fixed on the top of the tower, he said, "I meant to tell you, Mr.Gale.You was asking me once what I wanted to be.
And I want to be an architect." "Do, eh," grunted Roger.

He, too, looked up at that thing in the stars, and there was a tightening at his throat.

"All right," he added, presently, "why not start in and be one ?" "How ?" asked John alertly.
"Well, my boy," said Roger, "I'd hate to lose you in the office--" "Yes, sir, and I'd hate to go." Just then the big clock in the tower began to boom the hour, and a chill struck into Roger.
"You'd have to," he said gruffly.

"You haven't any time to lose! I mean," he hastily added, "that for a job as big as that you'd need a lot of training.