going to get the upper hand. From now on, in spite of your
office life, you're going to get good red blood in your veins
- and your brains. The worst is over now - the second week
will be easier. But what I'm trying to tell you is that
you'll get that upper hand a lot quicker if" - his cheek grew
hot with this strange, unaccustomed effort at putting things
he had never spoken of before into words - "if you'll just
reach up and take hold of that `Upper Hand' that, according to
my new belief and experience, is ready to reach down to you.
It's stronger than yours: you'll feel the upward pull."

He broke off and got to his feet. The two had been sitting on
a fallen log, looking off over the hills toward a distant
river winding its blue length through fields of living green.

"I wasn't exactly cut out for a preacher, Ches," he added
after a minute. "I hope my talk doesn't sound to you like
`cant.' I'm a pretty poor specimen of a chap to be setting up
my own example for anybody to follow."

"I don't think you've been setting up your own example,"
Chester replied. He pulled himself up limply from the log,
yet out of his face had gone the black look which had been
there when he carne up the hill. "And what you've said
doesn't sound like `cant' to me, Red. It sounds more like
'can.'"

Red Pepper Burns held out his hand. His big; warm fingers
closed hard over the thin; cold ones which met them. Then the
two men, without more words, went away down the hill. From