Don't you worry about me.

I am a fighter when I am aroused." Harold smiled back into his face, and so it was that the two men parted, for the father, in a flash of insight, understood that no more than this could be gained; but his heart was lighter than it had been for many months as he saw his son ride away from his door.
"Write often, Harold," he called after them.
"All right.

You let me know how the fight comes out.

If they whip you, come out West," was Harold's reply; then he turned in his seat.

"Drive ahead, Jack; there's no one now but your folks for whom I care." As they drove out along the muddy lanes the hearts of the two boys became very tender.