"Enough, too, Colorado! quite enough, in the opinion of me.

But I go, my son! Till a little while; you will come to-day to the 'Nautilus,' yes ?" But little John stood still in the path, and looked up in his friend's face.

The time had come when he must do the hard thing, and it was harder even than he had thought it would be.

His throat was very dry, and he tried once or twice before the words would come.

At last--"I beg your pardon!" he said.