The Scotch now and then shows itself like that in a man.

I got my start from my father and I'm not ashamed of it.

A thousand pounds--and I brought it to America and to Texas, and got cattle." Bud laughed and got up, hiding how the talk had struck deep into the soul of him.

"Then I'll go you one better, dad.

I'll get my own start." "You'll be back home in six months, lad, saying you've changed your mind," Bob Birnie predicted sharply, stung by the tone of young Bud.
"That," he added grimly, "or for a full belly and a clean bed to crawl into." Bud stood licking the cigarette he had rolled to hide an unaccountable trembling of his fingers.