He was a boy of ten, dressed like a Londoner, and his companion had disappeared.

Tommy never doubting but that he was the sprite of long ago, gripped him by the sleeve.

All the savings of Elspeth and himself were in his pocket, and yielding to impulse, as was his way, he thrust the fivepence halfpenny into James Gloag's hand.

The new millionaire gaped, but not at his patron, for the why and wherefore of this gift were trifles to James beside the tremendous fact that he had fivepence halfpenny.

"Almichty me!" he cried and bolted.