They will find me iron." Harold's heart warmed suddenly.

Without knowing it the father had again struck the right note to win his son.

"That's right," the boy said, "don't let 'em tramp on you." A lump arose in the minister's throat.

There was something very sweet in Harold's sympathy.

His eyes smiled, even while they were dim with tears.
He held out his hand and Harold took it.
"Well, now, my son, it's time for you to start.