Besides, the son of the old overman was there, waiting at the appointed rendezvous.

The anonymous letter was therefore worth nothing.
The moment the engineer set foot on the platform at the end of his journey, the young man advanced towards him.
"Are you Harry Ford ?" asked the engineer quickly.
"Yes, Mr.Starr." "I should not have known you, my lad.

Of course in ten years you have become a man!" "I knew you directly, sir," replied the young miner, cap in hand.

"You have not changed.

You look just as you did when you bade us good-by in the Dochart pit.