Then he turned to look at as much of his grandfather's face as he could
discern between cap-brim and collar. The eagle eyes beneath their heavy
brows were gazing straight ahead, the firmly moulded lips were
close-set, the whole profile, with its large but well-cut nose,
suggested grim endurance. Matthew Kendrick had made no remonstrance,
nor did he now complain, but Richard understood.
"You didn't like that, did you, grandfather? I had no business to do it,
when I said I wouldn't. Did I chill you, sir? I'm sorry," was his quick
apology.
"You didn't chill my body, Dick," was the response. "You did make me
realize the difference between--youth and age."
"That's not what I ever want to do," declared the young man, with swift
compunction. "Not when your age is worth a million times my youth, in
knowledge and power. And of course I'm showing up a particularly
unfortunate trait of youth--to lose its head! Somehow all the boy in me
comes to the top when I see that track over there, even when there's no
competing train. Did you ever know a boy who didn't want to be an engine
driver?"
"I was a boy once," said Matthew Kendrick.
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