BRIAN SOLVES A PROBLEM To Brian had come a problem of his own.

His vagabond days were nearly over.

Now with the wind cool at twilight and the dawns sharp, the two wayfarers, lean and brown as gypsies, were tramping back over the trail of the summer, finding old fires and the delight of reminiscence.
"Don," said Brian one twilight as they swung along in the dust of a country road, "if I'm not mistaken back yonder is the field where you barked for a summer show.

Man alive," he added with a laugh, "how you did bark! Now with a summerful of health in your system and your voice full of fresh air, I could understand it, but then! Honestly, old top, I didn't know it was in you!" The boy looked up and laughed.
"It wasn't," he said with utter truth.

"You told me I could do it and I--I just did." "I knew you could do it!" said Brian with the vigor of confidence that had made the boy his slave.