Harry jabbed out a big finger.
"That's it," he announced, "straight a'ead!" They went on, Fairchild with a gripping at his throat that would not down.

This had been the hope of his father--and here his father had met--what?
He swerved quickly and stopped, facing the bigger man.
"Harry," came sharply, "I know that I may be violating an unspoken promise to my father.

But I simply can't stand it any longer.

What happened here ?" "We were mining--for silver." "I don't mean that--there was some sort of tragedy." Harry chuckled,--in concealment, Fairchild thought, of something he did not want to tell him.
"I should think so! The timbers gave way and the mine caved in!" "Not that! My father ran away from this town.

You and Mother Howard helped him.