Could he expect Don to linger here and fight his battle?
Brian, with the weight of his years heavy on his shoulders, said honestly no.

And the problem still was with him.
He went down the steps and walked aimlessly along the ridge above the quarry.

The bright emptiness below was grotesque with shadow, shadows of ghost-like derricks, screens and drills.

On the spur track lay a car half full of stone.

Standing there with the trainload of Donald's labor at his feet, it came sharply to Brian that the boy stood again at the parting of the ways.