Yet, in spite of the fact that he was tired, cold, and anxious to see his wife, he was conscious of a secret satisfaction in submitting to the caprices of this old friend of his boyhood.

After all, Dick Demorest knew what he was about, and had never led him astray by his autocratic will.

It was safe to let Dick have his way.

It was true it was generally Dick's own way--but he made others think it was theirs too--or would have been theirs had they had the will and the knowledge to project it.

He looked up comfortably at the handsome, resolute profile of the man who had taken selfish possession of him.