nd of two hours he undressed and tumbled upon the bed.

His room was next to Arsdale's room and during the night the latter
came in.

"I 've had bad dreams about you," the boy exclaimed. "Is anything the
matter?"

"I 'm not sleeping very well," Donaldson answered.

"You haven't a fever or anything?"

"No. Just restless."

"I have n't slept very well myself. I 've been doing so much thinking.
That keeps a fellow awake."

"Yes--thinking does. You 'd better let your brain close up shop and
get some rest."

"I can't. I 've been chewing over what you said, and the more I think
of it, the more I see that you have the right idea. The secret of
keeping happy is to fight for others. It's the only thing that will
make a man put up a good fight, isn't it?"

"The only thing," answered Donaldson.

"I don't understand why I did n't realize that before--with Elaine
here. You 'd think she would make a man realize that."

Donaldson did not answer.

"I think one reason is," continued the boy, "that until now, until
lately, she's been so nervy herself that she did n't seem to need any
one. She 's been stronger than I. But last night she looked like a
little girl. And now, I'd like to die fighting for her."

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?"

Donaldson moved uneasily.

"It sounds sort of kiddish, but I know t