“He'll wait forever,” was the firm answer.
Jim smiled grimly when his friend bore back the message.
“I'll never give up as long as there's breath in my body,” he cried, bringing his square jaws together with a snap.
“That's the way to talk, my boy,” the Doctor responded.
“Anyhow you believe in me, Doc, don't you?”
“Yes.”
“And you'll help me a little on the way if it gets dark—won't you?”
“If I can—you may always depend on me.”
Jim clasped his outstretched hand gratefully.
“Well, I'm going to make good.”