"Before you go into all that, won't you be a good fellow and tell me where you got this potato ?" West nodded.
"Sure!" he said; and, leaning over, he whispered.
For the first time in days a smile appeared on the face of the older man.
"My boy," he said, "I feel I'm going to like you.

Never mind the rest.
I heard all about you from your friend Gray; and as for those letters--they were the only thing that made the first part of this trip bearable.

Marian gave them to me to read the night we came on board." Suddenly from out of the clouds a long-lost moon appeared, and bathed that over-crowded ocean liner in a flood of silver.

West left the old man to his potato and went to find the daughter.
She was standing in the moonlight by the rail of the forward deck, her eyes staring dreamily ahead toward the great country that had sent her forth light-heartedly for to adventure and to see.

She turned as West came up.
"I have just been talking with your father," he said.