All this was present with him as he watched the oncoming figure.

Great men kept their word.

Had not Mr.Jefferson said that he would overtake them ?--and there he was! He was coming down to the camp-fire, he was going to stop and talk to the surly giant, like Giant Despair, who sat and smoked beside it.
Lewis Rand left the river and the windy sycamore and hastened across the sere grass.

"Father, father!" he cried.

"Do you know who that is ?" In his young voice there was both warning and appeal.