This was different.
"Whenever you tell me I can do a thing and hang around to see me do it, I can seem to make myself do it somehow!" The words echoed harshly in his ears; and at first Brian refused to hear them.

Then inexorably he faced his fact.

He and he alone was the spur to the boy's amazing energy.

A year?
Well, after all what was a year?
He went back through the autumn moonlight with a sigh.
"Don," he said, "you're right.

You couldn't swing it up here alone.
I'll stick and see you through it." Don looked up, his face scarlet with emotion.