Inadequate--that was certain--for the needs which now stood before it.

And there was no person to whom he could turn, no one to whom he could go, for more.

To borrow, one must have security; and with the exception of the faith of the red-faced Harry, and the promise of a silent man, now dead, there was nothing.

It was useless; an hour of thought and Fairchild ceased trying to look into the future, obeying, instead, the insistent clanging of the dinner bell from downstairs.

Slowly he opened the door of his room, trudged down the staircase,--then stopped in bewilderment.
Harry stood before him, in all the splendor that a miner can know.
He had bought a new suit, brilliant blue, almost electric in its flashiness, nor had he been careful as to style.