disappointment on Breen's face at the flippant way in which he had
returned Peter's courtesies, but without understanding the cause,
he added, tightening his arm around his friend's neck, "Brace up,
Jack, old man, and let yourself go. That's what I'm always telling
Jack, Mr. Grayson. He's got to cut loose from a lot of old-
fashioned notions that he brought from home if he wants to get
anywhere around here. I had to."

"What do you want him to give up, Mr. Minott?" Peter had put on
his glasses now, and was inspecting Garry at closer range.

"Oh, I don't know--just get into the swing of things and let her
go."

"That is no trouble for you to do," rejoined Jack, looking into
his friend's face. "You're doing something that's worth while."

"Well, aren't you doing something that's worth while? Why you'll
be a millionaire if you keep on. First thing you know the
lightning will strike you just as it did your uncle."

Morris leaned forward at the moment and called Minott by name.
Instantly the young man's manner changed to one of respectful
attention as he stepped to his Chief's side.

"Yes, Mr. Morris."

"You tell the men up your way to get ready to come to order, or we
won't get through in time--it's getting late."