Then John Pride stirred in his arms and showed signs of returning consciousness. The young man laid the financier on the soft grass and watched until his eyes opened.
"Are you feeling better? Is there anything I can do?"
John Pride smiled feebly as he raised himself with the younger man's aid. "I'm afraid this has been more strenuous than I bargained for. If I'd known what would transpire I would have kept myself in better condition."
"But you feel better now?"
"Yes. If you will be so good as to help me to my car, I'll be all right."
"Certainly. Your car—?"
"A means of conveyance that will take me back to the city. It stands but a few yards down the road beyond the gate."
A short time later, the two men stood at the place that was to be the parting of their ways. Both sensed this and Pride held out his hand. The younger man grasped it firmly.
"Godspeed to you, my friend," John Pride said. "I fear I can help you no further but if there is ever a time when my services are needed, I will be waiting for your command."
"Thank you. Whatever befalls me I will always remember you as the first friend I ever set eyes upon in this world."