When Harold stepped off of the coach he saw the weak-eyed, pinched face man, who had been one of the first off the smoking car, approach the girl and offer to take her grip. She informed him that she could carry it, but he took hold of it and fairly pulled it away from her. With the other hand he took her by the arm as he said, "Come on, dear, you mustn't try to get out of here alone. I will take care of you." She pulled back and he was pleading with her to go with him when Harold interfered. "You let go of that girl and hand her back her grip at once," he demanded. The man dropped the girl's arm and faced Harold. "Is this any of your damn business?" he asked. "It certainly is, and my advice to you is to go while you are all together and have your freedom of action." Harold spoke in a voice that convinced the offender that he meant business. He glanced at Harold's athletic proportions, then turned and hurried down the gangway. Harold conducted the girl to the station police woman in whose charge he left her after being assured that the police woman would see that she had a safe escort to the Y.W.C.A. Harold found Mr. Welty an affable business man, and he had not conversed with him long until he had gained his confidence. Mr. Welty was pleased for the most part with the plans which Harold submitted, but asked that some changes be made. Harold went to his room at the hotel and went to work. The next day he had completed floor plan drawings according to Mr. Welty's directions. When he showed him the revised drawings, Mr. Welty was greatly pleased. "That's fine, Mr. King; there are just one or two minor changes to be made and you can do that when you get up the complete plans. Now if we can get together on terms we are ready to build a hotel." When Harold King boarded the train for home that night he was happy. He had landed a job that would pay him twelve thousand dollars, and on the trip had rendered protection to a friendless girl. He felt the joy that comes to one who has acted honorably from unselfish motives. The Klan motto, "Non Silba Sed Anthar" (Not for self but for others), was growing in its significance for him as mottoes and principles always grow as they are worked out in acts. When Harold got off of the train at Wilford Springs he met the Reverend Earl Benton. "Hello, Harold, how are you?" "How are you, Doctor? I am feeling fine. Just had some good luck." "Is that so? I am mighty glad to hear it." "Yes. I just landed a big job. I am going to do the architectural work for a big hotel in our capital city." "Fine, fine! Allow me to congratulate you." The minister wrung his hand earnestly. "Are you just returning from the city?" "Yes, I have been gone a couple of days." "Have you heard the news?" "What news?" "The facts about the mobbing of Rastus Jones." "No; what about it?" "It was nothing but a prank pulled off by a girl." "How do you know?"