It came to Fairchild then,--the sentence in his father's letter regarding some one who would hurry to his aid when he needed him, the references of Beamish, and the allusion of Mother Howard to a faithful friend.

He forgot the pain as the tremendous Cornishman banged him on the back, he forgot the surprise of it all; he only knew that he was laughing and welcoming a big man old enough in age to be his father, yet young enough in spirit to want to come back and finish a fight he had seen begun, and strong enough in physique to stand it.

Again the heavy voice boomed: "You know me now, eh ?" "You bet! You 're Harry Harkins!" "'Arkins it is! I came just as soon as I got the cablegram!" "The cablegram ?" "Yeh." Harry pawed at his wonderful mustache.

"From Mr.Beamish, you know.

'E sent it.