And as the towering figure entered his machine, O’Hara turned to his nephew and said:
“Danny, do you think he knows who I am?”
“I think so, Uncle Jim. I have felt that right along,” replied the young man.
O’Hara sighed, and continued:
“I wonder what Mr. Southwick meant about helping me?”
“I don’t know,” responded Danny, “but I do know that Mr. Southwick appreciates what you have done. He is the kind of man who doesn’t say much, but I know he attaches the greatest importance to the raid we have just been through. You’ll have to admit, Uncle Jim, you were responsible for that!”
“It was little that I did,” answered O’Hara.
“Nonsense!” exclaimed the young man. “You were behind the whole thing. We couldn’t have proven anything without that bundle of papers. Mr. Southwick knows that. The capture of Brown will be a big feather in his cap when the news reaches Washington, and he’s bound to give you full credit. No, Uncle Jim,” continued Danny, “I don’t think you need fear anything more. It looks like smooth sailing to me from now on.”
“Do you really think so?” In O’Hara’s voice there was a note of yearning that did not escape the younger man.
“Yes, Uncle Jim. Now, don’t worry!” he encouraged. “We’ve made a good friend. Mr. Southwick means what he says. I am sure our troubles are just about over.”