"Well, perhaps I was a little obstinate too--a chip of the old block. As long as my mother lived, God bless her!"--here Laurie raised his cap reverently--"she could always make peace between us. But when she went to heaven there was nobody to do this. The first serious falling out we had was when I went to college. I took the scientific course, and apparently I didn't do much at it. But I was working like a beaver at an air-brake, and when I wasn't in the class-rooms I was down at the railroad shops studying brakes. I found out a lot about them, and I also found out that my wonderful invention wasn't any invention at all. It had been tried and discarded. My father, though, thought I was idling, and wrote me a riproaring letter. One word brought on another, until at last I walked myself out of the house after our last interview, and told my father I would never take another cent from him as long as I lived. I had a little money that my mother left me. My father said I'd come back as soon as I'd run through with what I had, and that made me mad. I knew my lungs weren't in good shape, and the doctors told me to come up here and try living in a shanty for a year. I've done it, and I'm cured, and my feelings have softened toward my father--he was a kind old dad when he had his own way--but I can't--I _can't_ make the first advance to him." Blundon's usual address to Laurie was, "Young feller," but on serious occasions he called him "Mr. Vane, sir." "Mr. Vane, sir," he said, "do you know the meaning of the word courage?" "Yes," answered Laurie, promptly. "And sense--good, hard, barnyard sense, Mr. Vane, sir?" "Yes," again replied Laurie. "And, Mr. Vane, sir, do you think you're treatin' your father right?" "N-n-no," said Laurie, not at all promptly. "Well, Mr. Vane, sir," continued Blundon, rising, and getting his lantern, "I don't think you can lay any extravagant claims to either sense or courage as long as you don't know how to make the first advance toward your own father, when you know you ain't treatin' him right. There's the express going in the tunnel." Laurie rose too with a grave face. Blundon's words were few, but Laurie had learned to know the man, and to respect him deeply; and Laurie knew that Blundon's words were a strong condemnation. The two went out upon the little platform to see the express pass. The night was very dark, without moon or stars. In a minute or two the train, a blaze of light from end to end, dashed out of the tunnel, and with one wild scream took the three-mile straight stretch down-grade like a streak of lightning. Not half the distance had been covered, when Blundon, almost dropping the lantern in his surprise, shouted, "She's slowing up to stop!"