Great Scott!" he exclaimed, kindling from the spark struck by Thatcher's closing words, "it's prodigious, overwhelming! There mustn't be any question of losing!" "That's right!" broke in Thatcher eagerly; "that's what I've been wanting somebody to say! It's so beautiful, so wonderful; the hope and promise are so immense! You believe it; I can see you do!" he concluded happily.
His hand stole shyly from the pocket that seemed to be its inevitable hiding-place, and paused uncertainly; then he thrust it out, smiling.
"Will you shake hands with me ?" "Let us be old friends," replied Dan heartily.

"And now I've got to get out of here or I'll lose my job." "Then I should have to get you another.

I never meant to keep you so long.

You've been mighty nice about it.

I suppose I couldn't help you--I mean about dad?
All you wanted was to see father or find you couldn't." "I had questions to ask him, of course.