I 've got to kind of sye 'ello around town first." "Then I 'm not to go with you ?" Harry beamed at him.
"It's your day off, Robert," he announced, and they went on with their meal.
That is, Fairchild proceeded.

Harry did little eating.

Harry was too busy.

Around him were men he had known in other days, men who had stayed on at the little silver camp, fighting against the inevitable downward course of the price of the white metal, hoping for the time when resuscitation would come, and now realizing that feeling of joy for which they had waited a quarter of a century.

There were a thousand questions to be answered, all asked by Harry.