Perry ordered him to step on 'er.
Then the miracle came to pass. She found the worn seat yards too wide, the mean interior cathedral.
And Hamilton and Jack English did not fail them. They were waiting. They were "in his corner" as they had promised to be. They accompanied the bride and groom to the station. And while Hamilton was shaking hands with her husband, Jack English found opportunity for a word with his wife.
"Didn't I tell you?" he asked. "Didn't I say you'd picked a game guy?"
She was dewy of lip, star-eyed.
"You told me," she said.
He studied her with peculiar intentness.
"This game will never hold him," he at last went on. "He'll want to take you far, so his fight has just begun. You believe in him. You'll be proud of him, some day."
She dropped her eyes; she was too honest with herself not to admit that she had wondered about that, often hoped and therefore feared she might not be.
"I mean to," she answered, her voice not large. "And I'm proud enough, right now."