Donaldson found the boy's hand.
"Never lose that spirit," he said earnestly. "But remember, she 's worth more than dying for, she 's worth living for."
"That's so. You put things right every time. She is worth living for. You are n't much good to people after you 're dead, are you?"
"Not as far as we know."
The boy hesitated a moment, a bit confused, and then blurted out,
"I 'm going to take up some sort of work. Perhaps you can help me get after something. We have loads of money, you know. I don't think much of giving it out as cash,—the charity idea. I 've a hunch that I 'd like to study law and then give my services free to the poor devils who need a man to look after their interests. They are darned small interests to men who are only after their fee, but they are big to the poor devils themselves. And generally they get done. Do you think I have it in me to study law?"
"You have it in you to study law with that idea back of you. You 'd make a great lawyer with that idea."
"Do you think so?" asked the boy eagerly.
"I know it."
"Then perhaps—perhaps—say, would you be willing to take me in with you?"